I remember Telluride, Denver, and Estes too - I remember alpine lakes and vistas grand - Aspen trees and paperback reads - And brimful coffee cups clutched in hand
I hear the mountains calling to my soul, as clear as if they called me by my name -- The shore-bound waves upon the lake do roll, reflecting peaks majestic and unchanged
As I sat upon a mountainside, with all the world before me, I observed the sun, high in the sky, running its daily course. And I thought to myself, Isn't this the way things are supposed to be? And the answer came easily, without any doubt, without remorse.