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
Didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons
Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees
Chorus:
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 shinin'
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
Chorus:
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
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
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
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