VerseDDsus2DDsus2A daydream spills from my corked head
Bm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
GGm
Left to nod oversleeping waves
DDsus2DDsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Bm
Floating flocks of candle swans
GGm
Slowly drift across wax ponds
ChorusDBmF#mBm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#mBmA
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
DBmF#mBm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#mBmA
And we’re all too small to talk to god
DBmA
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
VerseDDsus2DDsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Bm
To us from the dock.
GGm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
DDsus2DDsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
Bm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
GGm (stop) D
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.
[Middle 8]
DCAm7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater
ChorusDBmF#mBm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#mBmA
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
DBmF#mBm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#mBmA
And we’re all too small to talk to god
DBmA
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
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