Hurricane

Wears boards on all the windows There's a storm blowing in And I can tell by the way the wind blows That she ain't coming to make friends I can see you coming from a mile away I can tell she's going to be rough What took me my whole life to build Took her one night to fuck it up Tell me, baby, was I a target Or was I simply in the way When the wind has lost its force And the rain has run its course And all you're left with is a name The name of your hurricane A wish followed me through Florida About as calm as a gun for hire But it wasn't 'til south Georgia That girl really set my chest on fire When it comes to women Well, I figured she'd just burn out like the rest But that damn girl nearly stole my heart When she stepped out of that black dress Now tell me, baby, was I a target Or was I simply in the way When the wind has lost its force And the rain has run its course And all you're left with is a name The name of your hurricane Well, they say that the eye of the storm Is the safest place to be But if I spend one more moment in those eyes My God, it's gonna be the death of me I didn't get her Hell, that's for sure She stung me like a hornet's nest I just can't wait to get back to Carolina So I can lay those storms to rest Now tell me, baby, was I a target Or was I simply in the way When the wind has lost its force And the rain has run its course And all you're left with is a name The name of your hurricane My hurricane, my hurricane Sweet hurricane