Keeping the Peace

It's hard. It's so f-ing hard.

I guess he'd rather be in Colorado
He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain
Once again I see him walkin'

Once again I hear him talkin'

To the stars he makes and asking them for bus fare

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 subways comin'

In the dawn I hear him hummin'
Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon

I guess he'd rather be in Colorado
I 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