Jimmy Buffett - Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season lyrics

By: jimmy buffett 1974 Squalls out on the gulf stream Big storm's comin' soon I pa**ed 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