blue comb ´ şarkı sözü

summer of 1978,
my sister and i in the back seat just wait.
we pass the time by making lines in the seat that we can´t cross,
a thin line like dental floss.
she threw my new blue comb out the window,
somewhere on i-70.
dad said, "i´m sorry, but we can´t go back,"
we´re never going back to get it.
it was the first comb i ever had.
got it just that morning from my mom and my dad.
light blue in color, i could never find another,
comb like that, big and fat...

so tell me, have you seen my comb?
last time i saw it, it was in her hands,
and then it was bouncing down the road.
it wasn´t fancy, it wasn´t brown,
but now it might be from lying on the ground.
so tell me, have you seen my comb?

driving down the road in september,
i was only five but i still remember,
where the highway turns at the bottom of the hill,
my parents both up front ´cause they loved each other still.
maybe just a comb made of plastic,
or an action of a sibling lacking couth,
but something that was thrown out that window,
was the last great symbol of my youth.

have you seen my comb?
last time i saw it, it was in her hands,
and then it was bouncing down the road.
it wasn´t fancy, it wasn´t brown,
but now it might be from lying on the ground.
so tell me, have you seen my comb?