If could look across the country From California to New Jersey Then I would count the parks and lake resorts And number all the jets and airports All those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me I look through the eyepiece and cannot see
If I could open up my window And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau Then I would survey all open miles And line them up in single file Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime And all those oceanic vistas are so divine
If I was standing on the And you were walking down below I'd feel rather and out of place And lonely just to watch you go If were swinging from the highway overpass Within the western hemisphere I'd feel rather afraid and insincere If you began to disappear
If I walking through a sad art gallery And you were driving through the night I'd feel rather alone and I'll at ease Beneath the brilliant showroom light If was flying on a plane above your town And you were gazing at the sky I'd feel intact and reassured If you began to wave goodbye