Lyrics Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season - Mishka, Jimmy Buffet

Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm commin' 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 move far
Sure could use a bloody mary
So I stumbled over to Loui’s back yard
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can’t run at this pace very long
Yes it’s quite insane
Think I hurt my brain
But it cleans me out, then I can go on
There’s somthing 'bout this Sunday
It’s the most peculiar gray
Strollin' down the avenue that’s known as A1A
Feelin tired, then I got inspired
I knew it wouldn’t last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on the beach and there I made up this song
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or there abouts
There’s white caps on the ocean
And I’m watchin' for water spouts
It’s time to close the shutters
It’s time to go inside
In a week I’ll be in gay par-ey
Hell that’s a mighty long airplane ride
Yes it cleans me out, then I can go on