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.