(xx4200) It's a long way from L.A. to Denver. It's a long time to hang in the sky. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, My sweet Rocky Mountain paradise. Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise. Springtime is rolling 'round slowly; Gray skies are bringing me down. I can't remember when I've ever been so lonely, I forgot what it's like to be home, Can't remember what it's like to be home. But I think on my lady's sweet memory. I think on my children's sweet smiles. I think on my home at Starwood in Aspen, All my friends and the snow-covered hills, Oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills. Can I tell you I'm happy to be here To share and consider this time? For I see here the shadows of changes And a feeling of new friends to find, And I see here some new friends to find. It's a long way from this place to Denver. It's a long time to hang in the sky. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, My sweet Rocky Mountain paradise. Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.