It's a long way from L.A. to Denver, it's a long time to hang in
the sky.
It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky

Mountain paradise,
oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.


Springtime is rolling 'round slowly, gray skies are bringing me
down.
Can't remember when I've ever been so lonely,

I've forgot what it's like to be home, can't remember what it's
like to be home.


I think of my lady's sweet memory, I think on my children's
sweet smiles.
I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the

snow-covered hills,
oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills.


Can I tell you I'm happy to be here to share and consider this
time?
For I see here the shadows of changes, and a feeling of new

friends to find,
and I see here some new friends to find.


It's a long way from this place to Denver, it's a long time to
hang in the sky.
It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky

Mountain paradise,
oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.