Woorden: America. Hurricane.

Sailin' down the coast of Mexico
With a person I loved since long ago
Into a place nobody wants to go

Into a hurricane
Whoa, hurricane
Some'll be taken
Some'll remain

Heard people screamin' and the sky was torn
I looked around and the faces were so forlorn
No relief, only scorn

In a hurricane
In a hurricane
Some'll be taken
Some'll remain

Hurricane's just another name
For the torment in a man's soul
His mind is gone and he starts to lose control

In a hurricane
Oh, the hurricane
Some'll be taken
Some'll remain

How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Everybody talks and nobody really knows

How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Nobody knows

How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Everybody talks, nobody really knows

How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?