Jack Johnson - F-stop blues

^EHermit crabs and ^Bcowry shells Crush bene^Aath his feet as he comes towards you He's ^Ewaving at ^Byo^Au Lift him^E up to see what ^Byou can see ^AHe begins his focusing He's ^Eaiming at ^Byo^Au And now he has ^Ecutaways from ^Bmemories ^AAnd close-ups of anything that ^EHe has seen or ^Beven dreamed And ^Anow he's finished focusing He's ^Eimagining ^Blightning ^AStriking sea sickness ^EAway ^Bfrom ^Ahere

^ELook who's laughing ^Abnow that ^Ayou've ^Bwasted ^EHow many ^Abyears and you've ^Abarely even ^Btasted ^EAnything remotely ^Abclose to ^AEverything you've ^Bboasted about ^ELook who's crying ^Abnow ^{A B}

^EDriftwood floats, after ^Byears of erosion ^AIncoming tide touches roots to expose them, ^EQuicksand ^Bsteals my shoe, ^AClouds bring the f-stop blues

^ELook who's laughing ^Abnow that ^Ayou've ^Bwasted ^EHow many ^Abyears and you've ^Abarely even ^Btasted ^EAnything remotely ^Abclose to ^AEverything you've ^Bboasted about ^ELook who's crying ^Abnow ^{A B}