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