E                B
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
          A
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
     E         B A
He's waving at you


        E               B
Lift him up to see what you can see
A
He begins his focusing
     E         B A
He's aiming at you


               E             B
And now he has cutaways from memories
A
And close-ups of anything that
E              B
He has seen or even dreamed
    A
And now he's finished focusing


     E         B
He's imagining lightning
A
Striking sea sickness
E    B    A
Away from here


E                   Ab       A      B
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
E        Ab               A           B
How many years and you've barely even tasted
E                 Ab
Anything remotely close to
A                 B
Everything you've boasted about
E                 Ab      A       B   
Look who's crying now


E                       B
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
A
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
E         B
Quicksand steals my shoe,
A
Clouds bring the f-stop blues


E                   Ab       A      B
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
E        Ab               A           B
How many years and you've barely even tasted
E                 Ab
Anything remotely close to
A                 B
Everything you've boasted about
E                 Ab      A       B   
Look who's crying now