Lyric Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm s comin soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept til 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

Chorus:
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 and then I can go on

There s somethin about this Sunday
It s a most peculiar gray
Strollin down the avenue that s known as A1A
Feelin tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn t last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song

Chorus:
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 then it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well the wind is blowin harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
There s white caps on the ocean
And I m watchin for waterspouts
It s time to close the shutters
It s time to go inside
In a week I ll be in gay Paris
That s a mighty long airplane ride

Chorus:
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 and then I can go on

Coda:
Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on