The Cla**ic Crime - The Beginning (a Simple Seed) lyrics

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