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