The Classic Crime - The Beginning (A Simple Seed) lyrics
[The Classic Crime - The Beginning A Simple Seed lyrics]
On the bedside table it will be locked
'Til I get home
I've grown feeble and tired of the world, and
Tired of constantly missing my girl
And I long to smell the sea
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 to 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
I've found the cure for my landlocked blues
It's coming home to you
It's coming home to you you, oh oh oh
You, oh oh oh you, oh oh 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