Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season (with Jimmy Buffett)

Squalls out on the gulf stream
 Big storms coming soon
 I passed out in my hammock
 God, I slept a 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 something about this Sunday
 It's a most peculiar gray
 Strolling down the avenue
 That's known as A1A
 Feeling tired, 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 and then I can go on
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 Well, the wind is blowing harder now
 50 knots or there about
 There's white caps on the ocean
 And I'm watching for water spouts
 It's time to close the shutters
 It's time to go inside
 In a week I'll be in ol' Paris
 Yeah, 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
 Yeah, it cleans me out and then I can go on