colorado
The portrait is just for show
And the passages all redacted
The pages all left to dry
Time is up, where will you go?
The roadblocks are hanging flowers,
They wither and corrode
But it’s all for show
The wind, a rambler, blows
Check the headlights and frosted windows
Colorado’s no Cali side
Breathe heavily on the window
And write me a loving letter
Whatever you do, remember
To sign your name below
In trials of winter night
The light shining through your window
Leaves just enough warmth to die
I remember the bus we rode
As our pale eyes made contact
The highway sign said frisco
And that’s where we’ll go
The temple’s a-top of the hill
Can’t you make it out in the distance
In solitude for all to see
The red house lured us in
I loved her there the same
A voice said let her go
So I paid the toll
Heading west and the tank is full
The bandits are still in hiding
And the hobos raise their wine
Pass the port you got there, Joe
We’re forty odd years from Memphis
From providence many more
To its golden shore
