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"