Capo 7th

D
A daydream spills from my corked head
                  Em
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Em
Floating flocks of candled swans
G
Slowly drift across wax ponds

D           Em
The men all played along
    G             
To marching drums
            D
And boy did they have fun
Em         A
Behind the sea
           D
They sang
       Em
So our matching legs
     G
Are marching clocks
D                Em
And we're all too small
A
To talk to God
D                Em
Yes, we're all too smart
A
To talk to God

Verse:
D
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
       Em
To us from the dock
G
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
                   Em
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
G
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
 
D                     C                       Am
That those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater
C                Am
Just can't ripen underwater


D           Em
The men all played along
    G             
To marching drums
            D
And boy did they have fun
Em         A
Behind the sea
           D
They sang
       Em
So our matching legs
     G
Are marching clocks
D                Em
And we're all too small
A
To talk to God
D                Em
Yes, we're all too smart
A
To talk to God