As the winds pick up
I can hear the howling
The echoes of the past
It's coming upon our spot
The rains threatening to wash us away
This storm that's approaching
The fortune teller predicted
In our hands our future will come forth
Will what that wrinkled hag come true
It's only moments away
Should we hunker down and pray
Or should we fight the odds
Forgetting everybody else
Live in the present
Embracing everything we cherish
Knowing our love will shelter us