F-Stop Blues-Jack Johnson

[00:15.18]Hermit crabs and cowry shells [00:18.12]Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you [00:21.81]He's waving at you [00:28.41]Lift him up to see what you can see [00:33.99]He begins his focusing [00:36.36]He's aiming at you [00:43.50]And now he has cutaways from memories [00:47.46]And close-ups of anything that [00:52.68]He has seen or even dreamed [00:56.25]And now he's finished focusing [00:58.74]He's imagining lightning [01:03.72]Striking sea sickness [01:07.74]Away from here [01:14.46]Look who's laughing now that you've wasted [01:21.96]How many years and you've barely even tasted [01:29.52]Anything remotely close to [01:33.27]Everything you've boasted about [01:36.90]Look who's crying now [01:59.70]Driftwood floats, after years of erosion [02:03.12]Incoming tide touches roots to expose them, [02:07.32]Quicksand steals my shoe, [02:10.98]Clouds bring the f-stop blues [02:21.48]Look who's laughing now that you've wasted [02:29.07]How many years and you've barely even tasted [02:36.63]Anything remotely close to [02:40.38]Everything you've boasted about [02:43.92]Look who's crying now