Texty: Sons Of The Desert. Colorado.

Colorado's just too cold
You see, I'm a gulf coast boy by heart
It's in my blood where I left my soul
The pain all started way back when

I lost faith in us again, pulled up my roots
And replanted them in paradise
Where my life has gone to hell

Life was fine, back home, back then
And I could blame it on the state I'm in
Colorado's just too perfect
To be this hell I've run to, to get away from you

These white-capped mountains and deep blue skies
I can't admire through these shallow brown eyes
It can't be done, without you life ain't no fun
Precious gifts I take for granted

I started with you now this place
I'm planted is bringing me down
Girl, I'm all peaked out in paradise
Where my life has gone to hell

Life was fine, back home, back then
So I blame it on the state I'm in
Colorado's just too perfect
To be this hell I've run to, to get away from you

Life was fine, back home, back then
And I could blame it on the state I'm in
Colorado's just too perfect
To be this hell I've run to, to get away from you