Behind The Sea

A

Our daydream spills from my gold head
                  F#m
Breaks free of my wooden neck
F                        A
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                    F#m
Floating flocks of candle swans
F
Slowly drift across wax ponds
A           F#m             C#m
The men all played along to marching drums
 F#m          C#m        A            E
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
         A        F#m              C#m
They sang, "so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m       C#m          A        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"

A
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      F#m
To us from the dock.
F                              A
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   F#m
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
F                               A
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.
           G            Bm            F#m     E
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Bm           F#m       E
Just can’t ripen underwater

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