If I could look across the From California to New Jersey Then I would count the parks and lake resorts And number all the jets and airports All rather dreary rain clouds still bother me Cuz I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see
If I could open up 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
If I was standing on the balcony And you walking down below I'd feel rather depressed and out of place And lonely just to watch you go If you were from the highway overpass Within the western hemisphere I'd feel rather afraid and insincere If you began disappear
If I was 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 I flying on a plane above your town And you were gazing at sky Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured If you began to wave goodbye