By: jimmy buffett 1970 Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and the colorado range Made this stop for personal reasons Didn't know i'd catch the changin' of the seasons Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees Chorus: I'm about a mile high in denver Where the rock meets timberline I've walked this ground from town to town Just to finally call it mine Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin' Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently Need a little love to try some givin' Try a little love and then start livin' Things i feared so long ago When everything was wrong Chorus: I'm about a mile high in denver Where the rock meets timberline I've walked this ground from town to town Tonight i'll call it mine Tonight i'll call it mine Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and the colorado range Need a little time to try some livin' Try a little love and then start givin' Things i feared so long ago When everything was wrong I'm about a mile high in denver Where the rock meets timberline Where god and trees create the breeze Tonight i'll call it mine Tonight i'll call it mine Tonight i'll call it mine Tonight i'll call it mine Tonight i'll call it mine