[Verse 1]
There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bonaire
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner on
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming
[Chorus]
There's just no future left for us to dream of
Living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
Fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low
[Verse 2]
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit;
There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
There are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder, have I lost my own compa**ion?
[Chorus]