June 1994
May 2001
Maroon Bells, Aspen, Colorado
He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain.
Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking,
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 subway's coming,
in the dawn I hear him humming,
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.
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado.
Words & music, Bill Danoff
& Taffy Nivert
Song by John Denver, from
Poems, Prayers, And Promises (1971)