Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season

So all alone I walked back home
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
I can't run at this pace very long
Stood up and tried to focus
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song
And now I must confess, I could use some rest

It's time to go inside
It's a most peculiar gray
That's known as A1A

And I'm watchin' for waterspouts
I passed out in my hammock
There's white caps on the ocean
I knew that it wouldn't last long
Feelin' tired, then I got inspired
I knew I could use a bloody Mary
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
There's somethin' about this Sunday
I can't run at this pace very long
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
That's a mighty long airplane ride

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on
Fifty knots or thereabouts
It's time to close the shutters
So I stumbled next door to the bar
And God I slept till way past noon
Well, the wind is blowin' harder now

Strollin' down the avenue
In a week I'll be in gay Paris