"I left my heart in a plastic box
on the bedside table.
It will be locked 'til I get home."
he doesn't seem to be planning on being with any other girl until he gets 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 miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwest 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.
Well, I've found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
"I left my heart in a plastic box on the bedside table. It will be locked 'til I get home." he doesn't seem to be planning on being with any other girl until he gets 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 miss the Pacific Ocean and the northwest 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. Well, I've found the cure for my landlocked blues.
It's coming home to you."
while long, i'd say he's ready to go home.