Just a few down on their luck ex-pats. Trying to make it in Jamaica.

There’s a storm blowing in tonight
Across that transcontinental line
Hold on while I tape up the windows

We swore our love would never die

How’s the weather in Jamaica
We had some fun there back in the day
Lived life like a thousand picture shows

I can’t believe things ended this way

Sort-of-a-Chorus:
I remember that night in Ocho Rios
I thought I could find a way
To walk into the path of a hurricane
And not get blown away

I’m glad you decided to call
You know letters can be hard to read
Sometimes I still feel like I’m adrift

Why didn’t you hold onto me

Love comes when you least expect it
Like a lightning bolt from a clear sky
Tell me it hurts just a little bit

To be the one who said goodbye

Sort-of-a-Chorus:
One day I’ll go back down to Ocho Rios
Walk into that same old bar
Order a table full of cuba libres
And wonder where you are

Sort-of-a-Bridge:
I’ve got to find something that matters
Before everything is lost
Tell me the price, I’ll pay it
I don’t care what it costs

Sort-of-a-Chorus:
I remember that night in Ocho Rios
I thought I could find a way
To walk into the path of a hurricane
And not get blown away

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey