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...