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