If I 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

Cause I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see



If I could open up my window

And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau

Then I would survey all those 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 balcony

And you were walking down below

I'd feel rather depressed and out of place

And lonely just to watch you go

If you were swinging from the highway overpass

Within the western hemisphere

I'd feel rather afraid and insincere

If you began to disappear



If I was walking through a sad art gallery

And you were driving through the night

I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease

Beneath the brilliant showroom light

If I was flying on a plane above your town

And you were gazing at the sky

Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured

If you began to wave goodbye