Jack Johnson - F-Stop Blues Lyrics
Hermit crabs and cowry shellsCrush beneath his feet as he comes towards youHe's waving at youLift him up to see what you can seeHe begins his focusingHe's aiming at youAnd now he has cutaways from memoriesAnd close-ups of anything thatHe has seen or even dreamedAnd now he's finished focusingHe's imagining lightningStriking sea sicknessAway from hereLook who's laughing now that you've wastedHow many years and you've barely even tastedAnything remotely close toEverything you've boasted aboutLook who's crying nowDriftwood floats, after years of erosionIncoming tide touches roots to expose them,Quicksand steals my shoe,Clouds bring the f-stop bluesLook who's laughing now that you've wastedHow many years and you've barely even tastedAnything remotely close toEverything you've boasted aboutLook who's crying now