Bb                  D    
So he would sulk and drink and mope
   Eb              D           Bb
and cross his arms and hope to die.
Bb              D            Eb   
And then a fairy came one night
              D         Bb
to bring this sorry boy to life.
Bb               D
She pulled some strings
     Eb
and spun him about.
     D
That boy sprang up
     Bb
and began to shout,
    Bb        D       Eb           D        Bb                       
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face they're alive!"
  Emaj9
And she would cry, "Liar, liar!
     C3mMaj7
What have I done?
   FmMaj7             Emaj9
You're no lover, and I'm no fighter."
 
    Bb
The story goes on


  Bb                D                Eb
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair
 D               Bb
to show he was for real.
    Bb             D               Eb
And she would take those gifts and kisses
       D              Bb
though just stringing him along.
   Bb         D            Eb
She knew about those wooden boys-
   D                   Bb                       
it's an empty love to fill the void.
     Bb        D       Eb        D      
"Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!"
Bb              Emaj9   
So he would cry, "Liar, liar!
     C3mMaj7
I'll prove it to you!"
     FmMaj7    
But then it grew
     Emaj9
He had grown tired of her

 Bb             D   Eb D 
So it was true 
 Bb           D  
He left her apartment
Eb             D       Bb    
And he walked all night long
Bb       D         Eb             D        Bb    D
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
 Eb      D          Bb       Emaj9
But still he walked on, amongst the whales
         Emaj9
and the waves, and screamed
     Emaj9
"Liar, liar!"
     Bb             D         Eb   
And his wooden body floated away.
      D        Bb
He just drifted away.

Bb           D           Eb      D      Bb
And now I wonder how I was made...
Bb          D        Eb       D      
my arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
  Bb           Emaj9
my name is Driftwood.
(lyrics from azlyrics)