All I can see is the sea and the sky and the sky is blue and the sea is green.
Yesterday's a cabaret, gowns of satin on ladies gay.
Yesterday's a cabaret, sounds of laughter on faces grey.
Yesterday's a carousel, catch the ring and all will be well.

From the coast of California, up to the Oregon border,
I've thumbed a thousand miles, I guess, sitting in a roadside diner.
The big trucks rolling by, I don't seem to know at times what's best.
And still I'd like to tell her that I miss her so in north Ontario.

If you're driving east to Reno or north to Mendecino, I hope you find your rainbow's end.
This highway is my rainbow and though I might regret it, I'm so glad I said it way back when.
And still I'd like to tell her that I miss her so in north Ontario.
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