Behind The Sea

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