Colorado
-- by Christopher Guest, Sean Kelly and Tony Hendra, 1973

I'm stuck in this old city now where living 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
In 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 her trees,
When blizzards snap the power lines
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 and 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,
And infectious hepatitis
Was all that came to stay
In January in the Colorado Rockies

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

Oh, Colorado's calling me
From her mountains and her rivers and her meadows and her trees
They tell me I'll be cured soon
Thawed and ready to return
When it's April in the Colorado Rockies