Blue Comb '78

Summer of 1978
My sister and I in the backseat just wait
We pass the time by making lines on 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 have 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 found 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
An action of a sibling lacking couth
But something that was throw 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 found lying on the ground
So tell me, have you seen my comb?