I guess he’d rather be in Colorado   he’d rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain   once again I see him walking once again I hear him talking to the stars he makes and asking them for busfare 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 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