F-Stop Blues
Jack Johnson
Intro:
| 2x | E | G#m | A | E/B | |
Verse:
| E | B | A | |
| Hermit crabs and cowrie shells, crushed beneath his feet as he comes towards you, |
| he's waving at you. |
| Lift him up to see what you can see, as he begins his focusing, |
| he's aiming at you. |
| And now he has, cutaways from memories and closeups of anything |
| that he has seen or even dreamed, and now he's finished focusing. |
| He's imagining lightning striking, sea sickness |
| away from here. |
| E | G#m | A | E/B | |
| Look who's laughing now that you've wasted, |
| how many years and you've barely even tasted, |
| anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about. |
| Look who's crying now. |
Solo:
| 2x | E | G#m | A | E/B | |
| Driftwood floats after years of erosion. |
| Incoming tide touches roots to expose them. |
| Quicksand steals my shoes. |
| Clouds bring the F-stop blues. |
| Look who's laughing now that you've wasted, |
| how many years and you've barely even tasted, |
| anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about. |
| Look who's crying now. |