Hurricane

Coastal town, washed-out road
I go thinking of her again
I got out; she stayed in
I got stuck in that hurricane

Kill devil hills
Calvinist shame
I got stuck in that hurricane

Safe and sound
Saved herself
I don’t know where I am
Coastal town washed-out road

I’d rather be in that hurricane.

In Kill Devil Hills
With dark sheets of rain
With Calvinist gills
I swim for the bank
I got stuck in that hurricane

Same old town
Same old fears
I go thinking of her again
I got out
She stayed in
I got stuck in that hurricane