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(DanoffNivert) I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain. Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking to the stars he makes and asking them the 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 Boulder 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. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.