(Kim Carnes/Bill Cuomo)      Warning there's a storm approaching   I see it is moving our way   I can't reach you   The wind hurts my eyes   And we've got to hide      We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   We have go to run    From the island   We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   Hold out your hand   I cannot see you      Warning there's a storm approaching   You, like a bolt of lightning   We were strangers on a train   Thinking that we'd never meet again      We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   We have go to run    From the island   We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   Hold out your hand   I cannot see you      Screaming, is a silent whisper   Find me, I won't let you go now   I can't reach you   The wind hurts my eyes   And we've got to hide      We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   We have go to run    From the island   We have got to run   Away from the hurricane   Hold out your hand   I cannot see you