Intro:       
                           I guess he'd rather be in Colorado
                                                              He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after rain 
                 
Once again I see him walkin',
                            
Once again I hear him talking,
                                      
to the stars he makes and asking them for bus fares

                          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 [bad word] ,
       In the dawn I hear him hummin'
                                     Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon

                               
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado
 [bad word]                     
                          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