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