Grant Lee Phillips Buried Treasure
oh baby, don’t you know
we’ve all got hidden treasure
do you remember such a time
before it was a sin to call yourself a dreamer
and treasure was a thing to hide
bury in the woods where no one goes
hidden in a sailor’s chest of oak
in a place where only you would know
promise me that you’ll tell me
when i’m getting hotter
i want to see your silver shine
under the moon one night
carved in alabaster
i want to see your treasure shine
not buried in the woods where no one goes
hidden in a sailor’s chest of oak
in a place where only you would know
oh baby, don’t you know
we’ve all got sunken treasure
down at the bottom of the blue
but old poseidon, he can’t keep it there forever
‘cause I can see the gold in you
buried in the sea, a league below
hidden in a sailor’s chest of oak
in a place where only you would know
buried in the woods where no one goes
hidden in a sailor’s chest of oak
in a place where you and only you could know
