Lost Things Songtext
von Blake Hodgetts

Everybody suspects it
But harder to see is the proof that we are right
There is an exit
A way to part from this plane
If you don′t want to remain
Somewhere there's a door
And I′m searching for
More

I want to know where the lost things go
I want to see for myself
Is there a place somewhere outside space?
Just show me the way!
It's got to be better than spending your life on the shelf


They go when nobody's watching
Slip through the portal and vanish from mortal sight
It′s no use searching
Until they mean to be found
You never will run them to ground
Where no eye can see
How I long to be
Free!

I want to know where the lost things go
I′ve always thought it was real
I'll find a way to get there someday
It′s not hard to see
There's got to be someplace where you can pursue your ideal

There′s lots of socks and underwear and car keys
The caps of felt-tip pens and bathing suits and coats
There's scissors, and small utensils
Library books and videos and stamps and
checkbooks and important Post-It notes.
There′s lots of pencils, and ballpoint pens, and thousands of erasers
Earrings, and reading glasses
Chessmen and puzzle pieces
And pennies, and quarters, golf balls, tennis balls
Playing cards, baby teeth, barrettes and Barbie shoes


Some go just for a visit
Off on a lark, reappearing by dark of night
Not too much, is it
To ask how they found their way there
Just vanished away into air?
When they go astray
And return, I say
Hey, Hey
I want to go!
I want it so!

I want to know where the lost things go
Won't you please show me the way?
Go there once more as you did before
And take me with you
I've got to discover, whatever the cost
That magical threshold I never have crossed
For I could be found if I′d only get lost
For a day...
Just one day...