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