The Beginning

[D]I left my heart in a plastic[Dsus4] box
on the beds[D]ide table.
It w[Dsus4]ill be locked 'til I get home.[D]              [Dsus4]
[D]I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
Tired of const[Dsus4]antly missing my girl.
And I lon[D]g to smell the sea        [Dsus4]
And I long[D] to smell the sea        [Dsus4]

The sea[D], the sea   [G]
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!

I miss the Pacif[D]ic Ocean
and the northwestern air,
and to run each [G]of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
I've been all o[D]ver this country lately,
but I've been nowhere[G] it seems, nowhere.
Well, I've foun[A]d the cure
for my landlocked blues.
It's coming home t[G]o you.
It's coming home t[G]o you.                     [D]

You, oh [G]
You, oh [D]
You, oh [G]
You, oh![D]

If a si[A]mple seed gets just what it needs,
then a redw[Dsus4]ood tree can grow      [D]
up to a hund[A]red feet for the world to see,
and endure t[Dsus4]he sleet and the snow.       [D]
But if my[A] whole life was wrapped and priced,
I wonder what [Dsus4]the tag would show.        [D]
'Cause every time I'[A]m close to the holy ghost,
I always seem[Dsus4] to let her go.      [D]

I let her go,[A] I let her go[G].   [D]
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, go.

I let her go,[A] I let her go[G].   [D]
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.

I[D] left my heart in a plastic b[Dsus4]ox
on the bedsi[D]de table.
It w[Dsus4]ill be locked 'til I get home.[D]