Stuck in this old city, now, where livin' ain't no fun; where steel and glass and concrete cancel out the wind and sun;
And I'm thinking of last winter, now, when we walked hand in hand; on the trails of the Colorado Rockies.

The wind sang us a lullaby, the snow was thick as cream; and icicles were chandeliers like crystals in a dream;
and the streams were strips of diamonds; and the hills were white as snow;
and a bear ate all our soybeans in the night.

Oh, Colorado's calling me, from her hillsides and her rivers and her mesas and ravines;
When blizzards snap the powerlines and all the toilets freeze
in December in the Colorado Rockies.

We had time and space and freedom; we had love and peace to spare;
'though we ran out of things to smoke, to say and eat and wear.
And the morning of the avalanche the Yeti kidnapped Blanche
and took her to his cave up in the Rockies.

Oh, Colorado's calling me; from her glaciers and her canyons, and her badlands and ravines.
When infectious hepatitis was all that came to stay
in January in the Colorado Rockies.

The baby didn't die until we burned up all our wood;
Considering we ate her raw, she tasted pretty good.
And the facist health inspectors dug us out and mailed us home;
Except for Blanche, who wouldn't leave her mate.

Oh, Colorado's callin' me, from her hillsides and her rivers and her mesas and ravines;
They tell me I'll be cured soon for I'm ready to return
When it's April in the Colorado Rockies.


Any guesses?