{title: Waiting for the Hurricane}
{subtitle: Chris de Burgh}

{\nolyrics Intro: [em] [C] [D]}

[em]Standing in the foyer of the Grand Hotel, suit[Cmaj7]case in his hand looking
for a bill, there's a [D]hurricane coming and everyone's trying to [B7]get away.
[em]Time of the season, time of the year, the [Cmaj7]weather reporter from Miami
is clear. "Find a [D]safe place to hide", there's no place [em]here.
And the [D]lights go down, in that [C]carribean town, and the [Cmaj7]fishing
boats that go out from the coast, are tied up and [em]dry, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[C]Suddenly there's a movement to the tele[G]phone, but [B7]nobody's calling
[em]home [D][Cmaj7]tonight, they've [em]taken out the [D]very last [Cmaj7]flight, and they [em]close
down the [D]borderline.[G][C]
'Cos there [G]ain't nowhere to [D]hide waiting for the [C]hurricane. There is 
[G]nowhere here to hide [D]for the [C]hurricane. Oh, there [G]is nowhere
you can hide, [D]waiting for the [C]hurricane, [D]no no no...\lrep [em][C][D]\rrep \rep{4}
[em]Staring out the window of the Grand Hotel, [Cmaj7]the sea was roaring,
I remember well. And the [D]honeymoon bride began to cry.[em]
But as the [D]band played on, some old [C]love song, well, he [Cmaj7]held her hand,
gave her to understand it'll be al[em]right, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[C]Suddenly there's a movement to the [G]radio, but [B7]nobody's getting [em]home
to[D][Cmaj7]night, they've ta[em]ken out the [D]very last [Cmaj7]flight, and they [em]closed down
the [D]borderline.[G][C]
'Cos there [G]ain't nowhere to hide [D]waiting for the hurricane. There is 
[G]nowhere here to hide [D]waiting for the [C]hurricane. Oh, there is no[G]where you can [D]hide
waiting for the [C]hurricane. [G]Oh [D]oh, waiting for the [C]hurricane. [G]Oh [D]oh,
waiting for the [C]hurricane. No no [D]no [em]no...[C][D][em][C][D][em][C][E]