Billy Pilgrim Hurricane Season
The quarter moon like chalk on a slate Board the windows up before it's too late The weather man and my horoscope both agree It's not in the stars tonight for folks like me I chase the minute hand around my watch and smell the rain blowing in A flashlight for my soul and a blanket for the cold I guess we'll sit this one through Ah it's hurricane season Batten down the hatches boys It's hurricane season Rain blurred on a night like this You'd think there's nothing left on earth The wind measures out the size of my bones and tries to tell me what they're worth Then it all starts up, gets out of control And your life blows up like a great big balloon It gets sucked up by the swirling wind and you know another hurricane is coming through again At the edge of the mariner's map it's written "Beyond this place lie monsters" Chorus At the edge of the mariner's map it's written Things like this can't be forgiven At the edge of the mariner's map it's written Beyond this place, beyond this place
