High Pressure Low

[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 compassion? [Chorus]