Back in Colorado, nWe were living down in BouldernWith moonshine in our bellies nAnd Moonbeams on our shouldersnBack then I was FreenWith nothing holding on to menSmoke was smoke and drink was drinknAnd the grass was warm beneath our feetnWe had moonbeams on our shouldersnIn nineteen seventy...nnAnd I said, What can I saynYou packed your bags nAnd went away one daynAnd what can I donExcept sit on my porchnAnd wait for you to come backnOne day...nnAnd my rocking chair is weary nownMy heart it feels so alonenIt's been three long years nSince you disappearednMy beard has grown so gray and longnAnd now I don't feel so freenWhen you left you took a piece of mennAnd I still got moonshine I my bellynNo more moonbeams nare on my shouldersnI'm not half the man I use to benAnd every night I dream of you...nIn nineteen seventynnAnd I said, What can I saynIts been three, four, five years now nsince you went away, one daynWhat can I do nExcept sit on my porchnAnd wait for you to come backnOne day...nnI see a figure up the road,nUnder the weight of a heavy loadnBut my eyes they must deceive me nownI've had this dream time and againnBut I find myself upon my feetnJust like I have each time beforenYour hazel eyes met minenYour same old face with a few more linesnAnd we were back in ColoradonIn that place that they call bouldernAnd the moonshine mixed with tears nFloat down and moonbeams fell upon nOur shouldersnnShe said I've traveled this world nA few times aroundnand every night I dream of younIn nineteen seventynnAnd She said, What can I do, ncause every night I dream of younAnd what can I say, nI have traveled the world nto get back to you, to make it home nToday...nnAnd now we're back In ColoradonIn that place that they call BouldernWe've been on our porch now nFor twenty odd yearsnWith moonshine in our belliesnAnd moonbeams on our shoulders...