High Pressure Low - Acoustic Version

There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
 Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean
 Towards Antilles and Bon Air
 While I paced in agitation
 I drew the curtains closed
 I set the air conditioner low
 I pressed a warm washcloth to my face
 Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming
 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
 Seven 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 lifelong inhibitions
 And I wonder
 What is real, what is fiction
 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
 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 left my own compassion?
 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