The Beginning

The Classic Crime

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 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

I let her go

I let her go

I let her go

I let her go, go

I left my heart in a plastic box

On the bedside table

It will be locked 'til I get home