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