Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

By: jimmy buffett

1974

Squalls out on the gulf stream

Big storms comin soon

I passed out in my hammock

And God I slept til way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus

I hoped I wouldnt 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 cant run at this pace very long

Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out and then I can go on



Theres somethin about this sunday

Its a most peculiar gray

Strollin down the avenue thats known as a1a

Feelin tired, then I got inspired

I knew that it wouldnt 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 cant run at this pace very long

Yes its 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

Theres white caps on the ocean

And Im watchin for waterspouts

Its time to close the shutters

Its time to go inside

In a week Ill be in gay paris

Thats a mighty long airplane ride



Chorus:

And now I must confess, I could use some rest

I cant run at this pace very long

Yes its 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