This is hurricane season

Hurricane season.

Just how did I get

So tired and mean

With eyes that flicker

Like a movie screen.

A brand new ceiling

Same old deluge

Put finer feelings

In the centrifuge.

It gets as if the merest breath

Of wind could knock me down

Gets as if the merest breath of wind

Could knock me down

And this is hurricane season.

Straight from the ocean

All shiny white

Can't get that image

Out of my head tonight.

It gets as if the merest breath

Of wind could knock me down

It gets as if the merest breath

Of wind could knock me down

Gets as if the merest breath of wind

Could knock me down

And this is hurricane season

Hurricane season

This is hurricane season

Hurricane season.

So what do we do but make-believe

What do we do yeah...

So what do we do but make-believe

What do we do yeah...

So what do we do but make-believe

What do we do yeah...

So what do we do but make-believe

What do we do yeah...