I left my heart in a plastic boxnon the bedside table.nIt will be locked 'til I get home.nI've grown feeble and tired of the world,nand tired of constantly missing my girl.nAnd I long to smell the seannI miss the Pacific Oceannand the northwest air,nand to run each of my fingers nthrough the strands of her hair.nI've been all over this country lately,nbut I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere.nWell, I've found the curenfor my landlocked blues.nnIt's coming home to you.nnIf a simple seed gets just what it needs,nthen a redwood tree can grownup to a hundred feet for the world to see,nand endure the sleet and snow.nBut if my whole life was wrapped and priced,nI wonder what the tag would show.n'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,nI always seem to let her go.nI let her go.