Her-

mit

crabs

and

cow-

ry

shells

Crush

be-

neath

his

feet

as

he

comes

towards

you

He's

wa-

ving

at

you

Lift

him

up

to

see

what

you

can

see

He

be-

gins

his

fo-

cu-

sing

He's

a-

i-

ming

at

you

And

now

he

has

Cut-

a-

ways

from

me-

mo-

ries

And

close-

ups

of

a-

ny-

thing

that

He

has

seen

or

e-

ven

dreamed

And now

he's

fi-

nished

fo-

cu-

sing

He's

i-

ma-

gi-

ning

li-

ght-

ning

Stri-

king

sea

sick-

ness

A-

wa-

y

from

he-

re

Look

who's

lau-

ghing

now

that

you've

was-

ted

How

ma-

ny

years

and

you've

bare-

ly

e-

ven

tas-

ted

A-

ny-

thing

re-

mote-

ly

close

to

Eve-

ry-

thing

you've

bo-

a-

sted

a-

bout

Look

who's

cry-

ing

now

Drift-

wood

floats,

af-

ter

years

of

e-

ro-

sion

In-

com-

ing

tide

touch-

es

roots

to

ex-

pose

them

Quick-

sand

steals

my

shoes

Clouds

bring

the

f-

stop

blu-

es

Look

who's

lau-

ghing

now

that

you've

was-

ted

How

ma-

ny

years

and

you've

bare-

ly

e-

ven

tas-

ted

A-

ny-

thing

re-

mote-

ly

close

to

Eve-

ry-

thing

you've

bo-

a-

sted

a-

bout

Look

who's

cry-

ing

now