Verse:
Db            Dbsus2           Db         Dbsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
                   Bbm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Gb               Gbm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Db            Dbsus2          Db       Dbsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Bbm
Floating flocks of candle swans
Gb              Gbm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

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

Verse:
Db         Dbsus2              Db              Dbsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      Bbm
To us from the dock.
Gb                     Gbm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Db            Dbsus2           Db        Dbsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   Bbm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
Gb                  Gbm         -stop- Db
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

Bridge:
Db                B                            Abm7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater

Just can’t ripen underwater

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