Verse: A Asus2 A Asus2 Our daydream spills from my gold head F#m Breaks free of my wooden neck D Dm Left a nod over sleeping waves A Asus2 A Asus2 Like bobbing bait for bathing cod F#m Floating flocks of candle swans D Dm Slowly drift across wax ponds Chorus: A F#m C#m F#m The men all played along to marching drums C#m F#m E And boy did they have fun behind the sea A F#m C#m F#m They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks C#m F#m 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" Verse: A Asus2 A Asus2 Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs F#m To us from the dock. D Dm Jinxed things ringing as they leak A Asus2 A Asus2 Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. F#m Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch D Dm -stop- A Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. Bridge: A G Em7 Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater Just can’t ripen underwater Chorus: A F#m C#m F#m The men all played along to marching drums C#m F#m E And boy did they have fun behind the sea A F#m C#m F#m They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks C#m F#m 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"