I'd always heard about the great Atlantic
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How it humbles you to stand upon it's shore
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So I thought I'd take some time to go and see it
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Since I had no ties to bind me anymore
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But I wonder what I'd wasted my time for
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You call that an ocean?
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To me it's just a pond that's almost dry
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If you want to see an ocean
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You should see the tears her leaving made me cry
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So I headed west to see that famous canyon
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That the Colorado cut so deep and wide
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I thought seeing something lower down than I felt
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Might cheer me up and ease my troubled mind
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But I just got disappointed one more time
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You call that a canyon?
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It's nothing but a pothole in the yard
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If you want to see a canyon
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You should see the hole she left here in my heart
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So now I stand here staring at the Rockies
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I've heard they reach right up to heaven's door
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They're like that little hole and that blue puddle
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And I see now what I should have seen before
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Without her life holds no wonders anymore
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You call that a mountain?
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It's just a little pile of rocks and dirt
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If you want to see a mountain
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You ought to try getting over her
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If you call that a mountain...
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You Call That a Mountain
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| Nelson |
