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?
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 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?