Squalls out on the gulf stream

Big storms coming soon

I passed out in my hammock

God, I slept a 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

Feeling 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 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 ol' paris

Yeah 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

Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on.