Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season

Squall's out on the gulf stream

Big storm's comin' soon

I passed out in my hammock

God I slept 'till way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus

I hoped I wouldn't have to look far

I knew I could use a bloody Mary

So I stumbled next door to the bar

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out then I can go on

Something about this Sunday

It's a most peculiar day

Strollin' down the avenue

That's known as A1A

Feelin' tired and then I got inspired

I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone I walked back home

Sat on the beach and then I made up this song

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out then I can go on

Well the wind is blowin' harder now

50 knots or there about

There's white caps on the ocean

And I am watchin for water spouts

It's time to close the shutters

It's time to go inside

I am week I'll be in gay Paris

Hell that's a mighty long airplane ride

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out then I can go on

Yes it cleans me out then I can go on

Yeah, it cleans me out then I can go on