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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 oh no

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 oh yeah 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 life blows up like a great big balloon

It gets sucked up by the swirling wind

Know another hurricane is coming through again

At the edge of the mariner's map it's written

Beyond this place lie monsters

Ah it's hurricane season

Batten down the hatches boys oh yeah it's hurricane season

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

Ah it's hurricane season

Batten down the hatches boys ah ah it's hurricane season

It's hurricane it's hurricane it's hurricane yeah yeah yeah ehh oooh