Capo 1
I left my heart in a plastic box
on the bedside table.
It will be locked til I get home.
I ve grown feeble and tired of the world,
Tired of constantly missing my girl.
And I long to smell the sea
And I long to smell the sea
The sea, the sea
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!
I miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwestern air,
and to run each of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
I ve been all over this country lately,
but I ve been nowhere it seems, nowhere.
Well, I ve found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
It s coming home to you.
It s coming home to you.
You, oh
You, oh
You, oh
You, oh!
If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
then a redwood tree can grow
up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
and endure the sleet and the snow.
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
I wonder what the tag would show.
Cause every time I m close to the holy ghost,
I always seem to let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
I left my heart in a plastic box
on the bedside table.
It will be locked til I get home.