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