(Drew Womack)



Colorado's just to 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 to 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 to perfect

To be this hell I've run to

To get away from you