From the cold Rocky Mountains of Denver
I can almost see Houston from here.
I saw Mary's face in that little snowflake
That fell at my feet on the ground
And I heard my old friends in that last bitter wind
That blew back memories of my hometown.
I can see the old crowd laughing so loud
Lord I miss all my loved ones so dear
From the cold Rocky Mountains of Denver
I can almost see Houston from here.
I came here to build a dream and stayed to watch it die
I was meant to fail I guess Lord knows how I tried
With this old thumb I'll get a ride
And bid a lonely last goodbye.
To the cold Rocky Mountains of Denver
For I can almost see Houston from here.
And funny how much better I can see without my pride
From the cold Rocky Mountains of Denver
I can almost see Houston from here...