Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

by Jimmy Buffett

from the album A1A

Amazon.com Widgets

Lyrics

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storms coming soon
I passed out in my hammock
God, I slept 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
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired
And 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

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

Well, the wind is blowin’ harder now
Fifty knots of there abouts
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
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

Jimmy’s Note:

My second house in Key West was tucked away under fichus trees near the old Casa Marina Hotel. From my beach I could see the flashing red and green lights that marked the ship channel and ended at the Gulf Stream. Clouds used to gather over the the warm waters and spill out the rain and thunder. It was quite a light show. My front yard was my “thinking spot” in those days. I had a rocking chair and a hammock. When you come to think of it, you don’t need much more.