Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season - Live

Squalls out on the gulf stream
 Big storm's comin' soon
 I passed out in my hammock
 And 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 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
 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
 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
 Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on