Squalls out on ton There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A I was feeling tired, then I got inspired And I knew that it wouldn't last long So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach and then I made up this song Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts It's time to close the shutters, it's time to go inside In a week I'll be in (azchords.com)
