Chris de Burgh - Waiting for the hurricane

^EmStanding in the foyer of the grand hotel, ^CSuitcase in his hand looking for a bill, There's a ^Dhurricane coming and everyone's trying to ^Bget away; ^EmTime of the season, time of the year, The ^Cweather reporter from miami is clear, "find a ^Dsave place to hide," there's no place ^Emhere;

And then the ^Dlights go down, In that ^Ccaribbean town, And the ^Cfishing boats that go out from the coast, Are tied up and ^Emdry, yeah yeah yeah,

^CSuddenly there's a movement to the ^Gtelephone, But ^Bnobody's calling ^Emhome ^Dton^Cight, They've ^Emtaken out the ^Gvery last ^Cflight, And they ^Emclose down the ^Dborder^Gline,^C

Cause there ^Gain't nowhere to ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, There is ^Gnowhere here to ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, Oh there is ^Gnowhere you can ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, no no no no.^Em..

^EmStaring out the window of the grand hotel, ^CThe sea was roaring, I remember well, And then the ^Dhoneymoon bride began to ^Emcry,

But as the ^Dband played on, Some ^Cold love song, ^CWell he held her hand, ^CGave her to understand, It'll be ^Emalright, yeah yeah yeah,

^CSuddenly there's a movement to the ^Gradio, But ^Bnobody's getting ^Emhome ^Dton^Cight, They've ^Emtaken out the ^Gvery last ^Cflight, And they ^Emclosed down the ^Dborder^Gline,^C

Cause there ^Gain't nowhere to ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, There is ^Gnowhere here to ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, Oh there is ^Gnowhere you can ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, Oh there is ^Gnowhere you can ^Dhide, Waiting for the ^Churricane, ^GOh ^Doh, waiting for the ^Churricane, ^GOh ^Doh, waiting for the ^Churricane, No no no no..^Em.