colorado love

hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, 

i've come to know that memories

are the best things you ever had

the summer shone down on bony backs

so far from home where the ocean stood

down dust and pine cone tracks

we slept like dogs down by the fireside

awoke to the fog all around us, the boom of summertime

we stood, steady as the stars in the woods

so happy-hearted, and the warmth rang true inside these bones

as the old pine fell we sang, just to bless the morning

hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,

i've come to know the friends around you

are all you'll always have

smoke in my lungs, or the echoed stone

careless and young, free as the birds that fly

with weightless souls now

we grow, grow steady as the morning

we grow, grow happy as a new dawn

we grow, grow steady as the flowers

we grow, grow older still.