I guess he d rather be in Colorado
he d rather spend his time out where the
sky looks like a pearl after a rain
once again I see him walking once again I hear him talking
to the stars he makes and asking them for busfare
I guess he d rather be in Colorado
he d rather play his banjo in the
morning when the moon is scarcely gone
in the dawn the subway s coming in the dawn I hear him humming
some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon
I guess he d rather be in Colorado
I guess he d rather work out where the
only thing you earn is what you spend
in the end up in his office in the end a quiet cough is
all he has to show he lives in New York City