Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages

Lookin' at the world through magazine pages

I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range

Made this stop for personal reasons

I didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons

Where winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees



I'm about a mile high in Denver

Where the rock meets timberline

I've walked this ground from town to town

Just to finally call it mine



Lookin' for the cloud with a Styrofoam lining

Hopin' that the sun will keep on shining

Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently

Need a little love to try some givin'

Try a little love and then start livin'

Things I feared so long ago

When everything was wrong



I'm about a mile high in Denver

Where the rock meets timberline

I've walked this ground from town to town

Tonight I'll call it mine



Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages

Lookin' at the world through magazine pages

I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range

Need a little time to try some livin'

Try a little love and then start givin'

Things I feared so long ago

When everything was wrong

I'm about a mile high in Denver

Where the rock meets timberline

Where God and trees create the breeze

Tonight I'll call it mine