Colorado Rockies

I'm stuck in this old city, now, where livin' ain't much fun,
Where steel and glass and concrete cancel out the wind and sun.
And I'm thinking of last winter, dear, when we walked hand in hand,
On the trails of the Colorado Rockies.

The wind sang us a lullaby, and the snow was thick as cream,
The icicles were chandeliers, like crystals in a dream,
And the streams were strips of diamonds,
And the hills were white with snow,
And a bear ate all our soybeans in the night.

We had time and space and freedom, we had love and peace to share;
But we ran out of things to smoke, and say, and eat, and wear.
But the morning of the avalanche, the Yeti kidnapped Blanche,
And took her to his cave up in the Rockies.

The baby didn't die until we burned up all our wood;
Considering we ate her raw, she tasted pretty good.
But the fascist health inspectors dug out out, and mailed us home
Except for Blanche, who would not leave her mate.

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