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