salty song

one ancient sunday afternoon          Em.G.A:          (D) ii IV V
felt like makin a brand new toon
outside not in my room
by the stinson beach lagoon

i'de come here as a boy               D:A:Bm:C.G.      (D)   I V vi IV/IV IV
with my little sailing toy                          or (G)   V V/V iii IV I
round and round and round the buoy
watchin sea birds with joy

the sand is sparkling with light
under the moon in the dead of night
out my window while i'm in bed
wild thoughts comming out of my head

if i could teach them all i know 
would they learn to think like me
or would they pass beyond my space
and take themselves to their own place

i won't say goodby just disappear
you can have what i leave without any fear
i'll be in shakey land where all is breezy
with zen control i hope that it's easy