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 to see him walkinOnce again I hear him talkinTo the stars he makes and askinthem for bus fares 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 cominIn the dawn I hear him hummin' Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon Guess he’d rather be in Colorado Guess he’d rather be in Colorado 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