(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