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   Cuz 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