CAPO: 2 Intro: On my way to the Telluride sawmill today I thought of an old friend who’d long gone away He took to travelling when he turned seventeen And I stayed at home with the family A collector of dreams was my old friend He talked about the times yet to come But I took to working at the Telluride sawmill And I’ve been there since I turned twenty-one The river keeps rolling past the south county line I’d love to roll with it but I’ve run out of time The days roll by like the logs at the river And I know I ain’t getting no younger We were kids growing up in the Rockies When the mountains were young and so free He was my friend and my equal Though in years he was younger by three We grew up in the usual fashion Never wanting to grow up at all But I found a family and he found the rails He left on the train for Saint Paul The river keeps rolling past the south county line I’d love to roll with it but I’ve run out of time The days roll by like the logs at the river And I don’t often think of my old friend Instrumental: Mr. Preacher can you give me an answer Lord I can’t go on this way I’m getting old and I don’t feel so good Have I just been wasting my time Telluride Telluride Have I just been wasting my time