Verse:
F            Fsus2           F         Fsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
                   Dm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Bb               Bbm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
F            Fsus2          F       Fsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Dm
Floating flocks of candle swans
Bb              Bbm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

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

Verse:
F         Fsus2              F              Fsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      Dm
To us from the dock.
Bb                     Bbm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
F            Fsus2           F        Fsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   Dm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
Bb                  Bbm         -stop- F
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

Bridge:
F                Eb                            Cm7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater

Just can’t ripen underwater

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