Something wicked this way comes.

What comes around, goes around - or so they say,
Looking for pictures in the clouds to help me find my way,
Blue sky morning fades to complex shade of grey,
Smell the rain coming, boy, this storm carries your name.

Hurricane, hurricane,
Hurricane, hurricane.

Slowly circle around the eye,
A ray of hope for those inside,
Stay the course,
Stay the course, 'til you make it to the other side.

Hurricane, hurricane.

Thunder rolls to and from the farthest span,
No protection ever offered to the few who make a stand,
Tempest seeks and finds it's destiny to land,
Devastating all the houses built upon the sand.

Smell the rain coming, this storm carries your name.

Hurricane, hurricane,
Hurricane, hurricane.

Slowly circle around the eye,
A ray of hope for those inside,
Stay the course,
Stay the course, 'til you make it on the other side.

Hurricane, hurricane,
Hurricane, hurricane,
Hurricane, hurricane.

Swirling 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round,
Hurricane,
Swirling 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round,
Hurricane,
Hundred and fifty miles an hour,
Oh, get the shutters,
Hurricane,
Hurricane, hurricane,
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