A 

Our daydream spills from my gold head 
                  F#m 
Breaks free of my wooden neck 
F                        A 
Left a nod over sleeping waves 
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod 
                    F#m 
Floating flocks of candle swans 
F              
Slowly drift across wax ponds 
A           F#m             C#m 
The men all played along to marching drums 
 F#m          C#m        A            E 
And boy did they have fun behind the sea 
         A        F#m              C#m 
They sang, "so our matching legs are marching clocks 
F#m       C#m          A        E 
And we’re all too small to talk to god 
           A            F#m         E 
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god" 

A 
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs 
      F#m 
To us from the dock. 
F                              A 
Jinxed things ringing as they leak 
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. 
                   F#m 
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch 
F                               A 
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. 
           G            Bm            F#m     E 
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater 
Bm           F#m       E 
Just can’t ripen underwater 

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