Verse:
A            Asus2           A         Asus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
                   Gbm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
D               Dm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
A            Asus2          A       Asus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Gbm
Floating flocks of candle swans
D              Dm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

Chorus:
A            Gbm             Dbm             Gbm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            Dbm          Gbm          E
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          A        Gbm                Dbm             Gbm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          Dbm          Gbm          E
And we’re all too small to talk to god
           A            Gbm          E
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"

Verse:
A         Asus2              A              Asus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      Gbm
To us from the dock.
D                     Dm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
A            Asus2           A        Asus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   Gbm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
D                  Dm         (stop) A
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

Bridge:
A                G                            Em7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater

Just can’t ripen underwater

Chorus:
A            Gbm             Dbm             Gbm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            Dbm          Gbm          E
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          A        Gbm                Dbm             Gbm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          Dbm          Gbm          E
And we’re all too small to talk to god
           A            Gbm          E
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"