Across the flatlands
On dusty August roads
On two lanes that run straight
Clouds cast a fleeting shadow
And as I cross these summer fields
I raise my hands, my eyes to shield
And I look for Colorado

The mountains rise from
Clouds on the horizon
I feel I’ve been dragged down
So I seek higher ground
And I’ll soon be in among the pines
I’ll sort what’s yours from mine
So I go to Colorado

And as I reach the Great Divide
I know that soon I will decide
Continue on or turn around
In Colorado

It seems I’m always wishing
To be some other place
When things close in around me
I seek to escape
And they say I’m like my father’s father
He ran and ran till he could run no further
So I run to Colorado

And I’ll soon be in among the pines
I’ll sort what’s yours from mine
And so I go to Colorado
So I run to Colorado

© 2004 Rich Simmons