Colorado

They say narrow is the gate But I-70 is wide She always held something back There's always something to hide I was a kid on the trail When the storm came blown in Now my children in the back Hoping for one again And even though she's gone I'm feeling closer than before I'm going back to Colorado To where my mother was born I always say the same thing I always read the same sign You could say I been deaf Might even say I been blind Doesn't change what happens Doesn't change what goes down I learned it all in the city But I come from a small town I always thought the road was holy I felt the spirit in the storms I'm going back to Colorado To where my mother was born I never wanted to leave I never wanted to stay I liked things moving Don't know what else to say I can circle round and round But I end up coming back Sometimes I feel so gentle Sometimes i wanna attack I got reasons to celebrate I got reasons to mourn I'm going back to Colorado To where my mother was born I still have the recordings She spells the whole thing out They say the faith don't need evidence But tell me about doubt I can listen back for miles I can hear it tuning in If I can make out the words Then i don't listen again What about the signs The key to any door I'm going back to Colorado To where my mother was born I think I got the message In what was never said That's how I choose to see it That's how I move ahead I can see it soon as Kansas I hear it in the watch I read it all in the bluestem I carve out another notch And as we come around the bend The Rockies taller than before