Rocky Mountain High

He was born in the summer

of his twenty seventh year,

comin' home to a place he'd never been before.

He left yesterday behind him,

you might say he was born again.

You might say he found a key for ev'ry door.

When he first came to the mountains

his life was far away,

on the road and hangin' by a song.

But the string's already broken

and he doesn't really care.

It keeps changin' fa-st

and it don't la-st for long.

But the Colarado Rocky Mountain Hi-gh

I've seen it rainin' fire i-n the sky.

The shadow from the star-li-g-ht

is softer than a lullaby.

Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High.