I 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 upon me anymore But I don't know 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 You call that a mountain...