From 1984!

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 candle swans Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along to marching drums And boy did they have fun, b
ehind 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 Don't you know,
don't you know That 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.