He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again, you might say he found the key for every door. When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away, on the road, hanging by a song. His string's already broken and he doesn't really care, it keeps changing fast and it don't last long. Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky, the shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby. Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High, he climbed the thieving mountains, he saw silver clouds below, he saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the rivers and the streams, seeking grace with every step he takes. His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky, talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear of a simple thing he cannot comprehend. While they try to tear the mountains down, they're bringing a couple more, more people, more scars upon the land. Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky, I know he'd be poor and mad if he never saw an eagle fly. Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky, friends around a campfire and everybody's high. Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear of a simple thing he cannot comprehend. Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, Rocky Mountain High, Colorado, now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear of a simple thing he cannot comprehend.