E         F# B
Summer of 1978,
E             F#                 B
My sister and I in the back seat just wait.
E           F#             B                               E
We pass the time by making lines in the seat that we can't cross,
       F#               B
A thin line like dental floss.
B                     G#                   B            F#
She threw my new blue comb out the window, somewhere on I-70.
G#                        F#
Dad said, "I'm sorry, but we can't go back,"
E                         F#
We're never going back to get it.
B                       G#
It was the first comb I ever had.
B                                F#
Got it just that morning from my mom and my dad.
G#                   F#                         E
Light blue in color, I could never find another comb like that,
F#
big and fat...

   E        F#       B
So tell me, have you seen my comb?
E                   F#
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
    B
And then it was bouncing down the road.
E                F#
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
    G#                   B
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
   E        F#       B
So tell me, have you seen my comb?

G# B E F#
G#
Driving down the road in September,
B
I was only five but I still remember,
E
Where the highway turns at the bottom of the hill,
F#
My parents both up front 'cause they loved each other still.
G#
Maybe just a comb made of plastic,
B
Or an action of a sibling lacking couth,
E
But something that was thrown out that window,
F#                              E F#
Was the last great symbol of my youth.

B
Have you seen my comb?
E                   F#
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
    B
And then it was bouncing down the road.
E                F#
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
    G#                   B
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
   E        F#       B
So tell me, have you seen my comb?