Island of Lost Things - Jill Sobule

I lost my keys, I lost my heart

I lost my car in the parking lot

Lost my voice, but can hear singin'

From the Island of Lost Things

Island of Lost Things

I lost my phone, I lost my way

Lost the hours of the day

Grandma’s ring swirled down the drain

To the Island of Lost Things

Island of Lost Things

I lost my shirt, I lost my aim

I lost the person I could blame

I wish I could recall his name

The Island of Lost Things

My mom was not a hoarder

She threw everything away

My 45s, my favorite toys

The shoebox full of Polaroids

Plastic on the good couch

Everything was always clean

A vacuum bag of treasures

In the Island of Lost Things

I lost my wallet, my ID

Is someone else becoming me

My girlfriend’s somewhere on the seas

To the Island of Lost Things

Island of Lost Things

I’d like to book a trip there

And maybe I could find

Traipsing through the ruins

The dream I left behind

I’d put it in my pocket

And I’d clip its wings

So it could never fly again

To the Island of Lost Things

I lost my pop, I lost my fizz

Oh, the wonder that I miss

Miss the taste of your sweet kiss

The Island of Lost Things

The Island of Lost Things

And if you ever go there

Call me if you find

What happened to my true love

The one I left behind (I left behind)

Is she underneath a palm tree

Staring out to sea

Spinning my old records

On the Island of Lost Things

I lost my keys, I lost my heart

I lost my car in the parking lot

Lost my voice, but can hear singin'

From the Island of Lost Things

Island of Lost Things