1970
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
Didnt know Id catch the changin of the seasons
Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees
Chorus:
Im about a mile high in denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Ive 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:
Im about a mile high in denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Ive walked this ground from town to town
Tonight Ill call it mine
Tonight Ill 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
Im about a mile high in denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Where God and trees create the breeze
Tonight Ill call it mine
Tonight Ill call it mine
Tonight Ill call it mine
Tonight Ill call it mine
Tonight Ill call it mine