Testo di Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

Squalls out on the gulfstream Big storm's coming soon 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 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 something about this Sunday It's a most perculiar 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 chorus Well the wind is blowing harder now Fifty knots or thereabouts 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 gay Paris And that's a mighty long airplane ride chorus