Tropical Rainstorm

(альбом: Cognac And Bologna - 1980)

Two city savages were running from the rain
And seeking shelter in the bamboo-curtained room
Their clothes were drying on the back of wicker chairs
While lazing out the afternoon

We're nothing more than friends gone separate ways
No longer on parallel lines
You've run the reasons for doing what was done
I can't deny that they're as good as mine

Oh, I remember conversations on my roof
So whiskey-fueled they had us howling at the stars
While laughing at the dark we finally closed the night
As reckless as we closed those bars

Oh, I could tell you from the coolness of my room
A bond broken and repaired
Forgotten points we made before passing out
And carried drunkenly down those stairs

Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland
(Swept away by...)
A tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland

So in the end you're just some poster on my wall
And passing by I can't afford the time that you steal
Hearing your master call, you finally turned to home
Back to what you see as real

Oh, I heard the small-craft warning long before they came
Ah, the gales ooh, were blowing for days
Clearing the pathway of the branches from the storm
I realized that you had made your place

Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland
(Swept away by...)
A tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland

I was swept away...