Billy Pilgrim - Hurricane Season Lyrics
The quarter moon like chalk on a slateBoard the windows up before it's too lateThe weather man and my horoscope both agreeIt's not in the stars tonight for folks like meI chase the minute hand around my watchand smell the rain blowing inA flashlight for my soul and a blanket for the coldI guess we'll sit this one throughAh it's hurricane seasonBatten down the hatches boysIt's hurricane seasonRain blurred on a night like thisYou'd think there's nothing left on earthThe wind measures out the size of my bonesand tries to tell me what they're worthThen it all starts up, gets out of controlAnd your life blows up like a great big balloonIt gets sucked up by the swirling windand you know another hurricane is coming through againAt the edge of the mariner's map it's written"Beyond this place lie monsters"ChorusAt the edge of the mariner's map it's writtenThings like this can't be forgivenAt the edge of the mariner's map it's writtenBeyond this place, beyond this place
