Hurricane Room Lyrics

Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind
A dealer running down the coast
And it's coming on to leaving time
Unload in Alabama and we're sailing on to St. Giles
I'm hitching on a wave on the weather
On a seabird's smile
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain
The wells hit 30 feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The Captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers wail in shame

See me wistful in some harbour bar
I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked
Far too long

Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo
And by compass with a serpent's tail in chance
Through the forties and the Trades and a cutlass raised in rage
Just for cotton and tobacco
For whiskey and for gage
Take the whip to drive the sugar train
A scent plantation and banana rain
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked
Far too long
Hit it


Oh come inside the hurricane room
Oh come inside the hurricane room
Oh come inside the hurricane room
Angel baby you're my hurricane room
Angel baby you're my hurricane room