On the high seas

Was it someone she met that's so hard to forget, was it some kind of an ocean of changes?
I don't remember where she said she would be and since I don't know, let me guess.
Was it somewhere in Michigan or the Lake of the Woods,
up in old Montreal or Toronto, the good,
somewhere in Reno or somewhere in Rome?
And when all is said and done, will she leave me alone?

I don't want to get so low, and as for my sadness, it comes and it goes.
I don't remember where she said she would be, back in the city or on the high seas.
Was it up in Hornpayne where the trains run on time?
Was she drinking champagne when she made up her mind,
north of the border or down in South Bend?
And when all is said and done, is there no rainbow's end?
I don't want to own the key to some ghostly mansion where souls are set free.
I don't remember where she said she would go,
straight for the highway or down the low road.
I don't remember where she said she would be, back in the city or on the high seas.