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?