A
Our daydream spills from my gold head
F#m
Breaks free of my wooden neck
F A
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
F#m
Floating flocks of candle swans
F
Slowly drift across wax ponds
A F#m C#m
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m C#m A E
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
A F#m C#m
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m C#m A E
And we’re all too small to talk to god
A F#m E
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
A
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
F#m
To us from the dock.
F A
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
F#m
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
F A
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.
G Bm F#m E
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Bm F#m E
Just can’t ripen underwater
A F#m C#m
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m C#m A E
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
A F#m C#m
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m C#m A E
And we’re all too small to talk to god
A F#m E
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god
A F#m E
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"