A5 
Our daydream spills from my gold head 
                  F#5 
Breaks free of my wooden neck 
F5                        A5 
Left a nod over sleeping waves 

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod 
                    F#5 
Floating flocks of candle swans 
F5              
Slowly drift across wax ponds 
A5           F#5             C#5 
The men all played along to marching drums 
 F#5          C#5        A5            E5 
And boy did they have fun behind the sea 
         A5        F#5              C#5 
They sang, ?so our matching legs are marching clocks 
F#5       C#5          A5        E5 
And we?re all too small to talk to god 
           A5            F#5         E5 
Yes, we?re all too smart to talk to god" 


A5 
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs 
      F#5 
To us from the dock. 
F5                              A5 
Jinxed things ringing as they leak 

Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. 
                   F#5 
Scarecrow now it?s time to hatch 
F5                               A5 
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. 
           G5            B5            F#5     E5 
Those watermelon smiles just can?t ripen underwater 
B5           F#5       E5 
Just can?t ripen underwater 


A5           F#5             C#5 
The men all played along to marching drums 
 F#5          C#5        A5            E5 
And boy did they have fun behind the sea 
         A5        F#5              C#5 
They sang, ?so our matching legs are marching clocks 
F#5       C#5          A5        E5 
And we?re all too small to talk to god 
           A5            F#5         E5 
Yes, we?re all too smart to talk to god 
           A5            F#5         E5 
Yes, we?re all too smart to talk to god"