Looking through the window of the greyhound station down in San Antone Watching people come and people go and feeling so alone And every face I see reminds me of the one I've left behind me crying Knowing I should go back home and heaven knows how hard I'm trying To see that Colorado country morning with the dusty roads and warm sunshine I've got the Colorado country morning and a Denver woman on my mind I remember standing at the door and looking back as she lay sleeping And very gently through the window pane the morning sun was creeping And without a sound I turned around and softly kissed her goodbye Now with all behind I often find myself wondering why I left that Colorado... I left that Colorado...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
