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