Colorado, can you hear me?   Are you listening, are you even there?   Colorado, are you listening?   Do you hear me, do you even care?      The concrete canopy, mountains of symmetry   The city policy, the city air   The burroughs I've seen seem so unfair   Still the feathers on the sidewalks I find there      I do not need to speak, but I wanna listen   To the tiniest of flights in their transmissions   The words tied to their wings   Well, they're the words I'm gonna sing   The noise, small and strong and a bird is a song      Torch the sails and set fire to our deals   My heaven is here, my heaven is here   Who would need escape, who would seek salvation   From a place so bright and clear?      I do not need to see but I need a vision   A once seamless operation upon ignition   The fuel that I sought away   Will keep us through the darkest of days   Will keep us well through winter's long   And when springtime starts to broadcast birds are our song      Keep your feathers clean and dry   Keep your feathers clean and dry