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Capo 7th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

Our daydream spills from my gold head

 Breaks free of my wooden neck

Left a nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod

 Floating flocks of candle swans

Slowly drift across wax ponds

Chorus

The men all played along to marching drums

 And boy did they have fun behind the sea

 They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks

 And we’re all too small to talk to god

 Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"

Verse

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs

 To us from the dock.

Jinxed things ringing as they leak

Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.

 Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch

Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

Middle 8

Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater

Just can’t ripen underwater

Chorus

The men all played along to marching drums

 And boy did they have fun behind the sea

 They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks

 And we’re all too small to talk to god

 Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"