Kenny Chesney, Jimmy Buffett - Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season lyrics
[Kenny Chesney, Jimmy Buffett - Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season lyrics]
Squalls out on the Gulf Stream
Big storm's comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
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
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
Somethin' about a Sunday
It's the 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 the 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 then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
50 knots or thereabouts
There's white caps on the ocean
And I am watchin' for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in Old Paris
Hell 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, then I can go on
(yeah, it cleans me out and then I can go on)
Big storm's comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
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
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
Somethin' about a Sunday
It's the 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 the 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 then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
50 knots or thereabouts
There's white caps on the ocean
And I am watchin' for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in Old Paris
Hell 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, then I can go on
(yeah, it cleans me out and then I can go on)