He was an outcast from the island sailing across the sea
Bending the horizon bearing with the breeze
Searching for a treasure buried long ago
'Cos nothing lasts forever except what you don't know

But he weren't afraid of dying or stepping through that door [bad word] started reeling and he stared into the storm

Soon everything was rolling and rolling like a hound
And an angry ton of water knocked him to the ground

And it kinda stands to reason
It was hurricance season
Hey-ey-ey-ey

He was hanging in the darkness holding to the land
Faces in the water of folks he'd left behind
Saying 'boy you must be crazy should have stayed at home
Stuck with what you'd started, stuck with what you know'

And the sea [bad word] to take him and snuff him like a light
In the black and heavy water in the black and heavy sight

And it kinda stands to reason
It was hurricance season
Hey-ey-ey-ey

Hey-ey-ey-ey

He called up to the angels he called into the deep
Said 'God if you can hear me give me some relief'
And He didn't ask for favours didn't want to ask for gold
Only one posession possession of a soul

'I'm begging for your mercy I'm begging to you please
I'm just a simple traveller lost upon the sea'

And it kinda stands to reason
It was hurricance season
Hey-hey-hey-hey