[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

[Verse 2]
I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner low
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
It's a high pressure low

[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions
And I wonder
What is real, what is fiction?

[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
It's a high pressure low

[Verse 5]
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit
There was mistake in going to war
Without first asking all the questions

[Verse 6]
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
There are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder
Have I lost my own compassion?
[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
It's a high pressure low