Lyrics:

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