The Beginning (a Simple Seed) Lyrics - 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