I'd always heard about the great Atlantic 

How it humbles you to stand upon it's shore 

So I thought I'd take some time to go and see it 

Since I had no ties to bind me anymore 

But I wonder what I'd wasted my time for 



You call that an ocean? 

To me it's just a pond that's almost dry 

If you want to see an ocean 

You should see the tears her leaving made me cry



So I headed west to see that famous canyon 

That the Colorado cut so deep and wide 

I thought seeing something lower down than I felt 

Might cheer me up and ease my troubled mind 

But I just got disappointed one more time 



You call that a canyon? 

It's nothing but a pothole in the yard 

If you want to see a canyon 

You should see the hole she left here in my heart



So now I stand here staring at the Rockies 

I've heard they reach right up to heaven's door 

They're like that little hole and that blue puddle 

And I see now what I should have seen before 

Without her life holds no wonders anymore 



You call that a mountain? 

It's just a little pile of rocks and dirt 

If you want to see a mountain 

You ought to try getting over her 

If you call that a mountain...