There are some things You may chance upon Stepped off the plane To find myself reborn This was a place Where you'd never be Short of a friend It seemed to say You'd always be Welcome again Now I'm lost and I'm low Cause that girl Don't need me no more I'm collecting my rags Then I'm packing my bags And I'm heading on down To the Colorado As I walk down the street The mile high city's unique What do I see there? Well, there isn't much air But there's plenty of friends That I've yet to meet You'll find a peace of mind So I've been told only a fool Would ever search for gold You'll have more luck If you want to just fall in love As you look up the Rockies Look down from above This was a place Where you'd never be Short of a friend It seemed to say You'd always be Welcome again.