She wore a green windbreaker, I guess it was her brother's And even though I never knew she wasn't like the others The weather's right and the stars align She never knew the answer She only knew what colors to choose In all the time she chanced it Its head was millions of miles behind her now She never lost, but he never found (Like to see) the colors of the sound Her eyes were red and his sight was poor And I'll never lose the longing for Its head was millions of miles behind her now She never lost, but he never found (Like to see) the colors of the sound Her eyes were red and his sight was poor And I'll never lose the longing for Telluride I met her on the other side Telluride She wore a green windbreaker, it must have been her brother's And even though I never knew she wasn't like the others The weather's right and the stars align She never knew the answer She only knew what colors to choose In all the time she chanced it Its head was millions of miles behind her now She never lost, but he never found (Like to see) the colors of the sound To lose what lays outside your door And never lose the longing for Telluride I met her on the other side Telluride Telluride... Whitewalled trees on a mountainside Rural scenes and open skies And photographs of all the life That only lives in Telluride