Somebody mentioned this song in an email this morning, so I thought I would post it. Why not? I wrote it after Hurricane Andrew, way back in 1992 when I was still the guitar strumming goofball from the last post. It seems appropriate to the moment.

The Radio
The radio is calling out, instructing everyone.
A hurricane is on the way, high winds have now begun.
One mile from shore the hardware store,
stands in the safety zone.
Plywood and nails will never fail
to fortify their homes.
And they'll huddle inside and watch the tide,
and listen to the wind.
Some will die, but all will try
to hold out to the end.
But it makes no difference who you are
when the sea makes up its mind.
They'll be looking for you with a camera crew
following close behind...
but what will they find? What will they find?
Two baby dolphins swam in the sea.
One looked like you, and one felt like me.
I ask myself, how can this be?
As I recall the sound of a distant memory...
The radio is calling out, instructing everyone.
A hurricane is on the way, high winds have now begun.

© 1992 Dan Thomason