THE RAIN BEFORE A HURRICANE
Dark clouds in the distance,
whitecaps rollin' in,
there's a gentle warm rain on Corpus Christi,
and the gusts of a tattletale wind.
Shrimpboats turning homeward,
airwaves crackle with life,
and if you ain't in San Antonio by sundown,
it's gonna be a helluva night.
It's the rain before a hurricane
when you know trouble's comin' like a runaway train;
no matter what you do, no matter what you say,
you're gonna get blown away.
Truth is hard to come by,
and when you find somebody you can trust nowadays,
better hang on tooth and nail.
Someone's workin' late tonight
and someone's home alone,
and it's hell wakin' up in the middle of the night,
and wonderin' what's goin' wrong.
And if you make it through this perfect storm
without gettin' torn apart,
maybe next time you'll have ears to hear
the warning signals sounding in your heart.
She prayed for things to get better.
They couldn't get much worse
since she'd fallen in love and followed some stranger
halfway around the earth.
They fought a lot in Dallas,
she thought "it's just his foolish pride,"
till she read the note he left on the dresser
that morning John Kennedy died.
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