A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds

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"

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 suns and ageless daughters

Those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater

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
Yeah, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh, we're all too smart
To talk to God"

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