Verse: Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Our daydream spills from my gold head Gm Breaks free of my wooden neck Eb Ebm Left a nod over sleeping waves Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Gm Floating flocks of candle swans Eb Ebm Slowly drift across wax ponds Chorus: Bb Gm Dm Gm The men all played along to marching drums Dm Gm F And boy did they have fun behind the sea Bb Gm Dm Gm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Dm Gm F And we’re all too small to talk to god Bb Gm F Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god" Verse: Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs Gm To us from the dock. Eb Ebm Jinxed things ringing as they leak Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. Gm Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch Eb Ebm -stop- Bb Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. Bridge: Bb Ab Fm7 Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater Just can’t ripen underwater Chorus: Bb Gm Dm Gm The men all played along to marching drums Dm Gm F And boy did they have fun behind the sea Bb Gm Dm Gm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Dm Gm F And we’re all too small to talk to god Bb Gm F Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
