Hurricanes (Acoustic)

Evenings on the back porch

With a guitar and a fiddle and a mandolin

Holding onto summer nights

Hoping that the bright moonlight

Will never end

Every year about September

Days are full of rolling thunder and heavy rains

Coming up from way down South

Tearing through and acting proud

The hurricanes

But we were made to handle this

What is broken can be fixed

If it’s worth the love it gives

We’ll care for it

Most years we get lucky

‘Cause the hurricane shows mercy, passing gently through

Other times she ain’t so kind

Tearin’ up the coastline

Wrecking all we knew

Black skies turn to blue again

We open up our doors to see the ravaged coast

We pick up all the pieces

And rebuilding on the shattered dreams

We cherished most

But we were made to handle this

What is broken can be fixed

If it’s worth the love it gives

We’ll care for it

People say we’re crazy every year

That we should move away

Take shelter from the tempests and the wind

But I could never leave this place

Run away and play it safe

The storm would only find me in the end

Fall turns to December

Turns to spring and back to summer days with each sunrise

And we just keep on livin’ here

Boarding windows every year

In paradise