Well, he watched the bloody sunrise
When he tied his chopper down
before the winds began to blow
Then he thought as he was staring
at the dark and stormy sea
Of the stranded crew on Tower 43
Well, the hurricane was movin'
in a hundred miles an hour
And the best his ship could do was 85
But he swore if he asked me enough
to bring him back to life
So he flew out to the tower
and the winds were getting bad
Though his ship was underpowered,
he pulled everything he had
And ahead a darkened wall of rain
was all that he could see
He turned the light on Tower 43
Well, the hurricane was movin' in
And the best his ship would do was 85
But he swore if he had speed enough
it was all that he could do to set her down
But he loaded all the men
and flew them back to solid ground
And they last they ever saw him,
he was heading out from shore
To the stranded men on Tower 44
Well, the hurricane was moving
in a hundred miles an hour
And the best his ship would do
And they knew he never had a chance