Happy birthday! I'd like to sing you a song:
He was born in the summer of his something something-th year,
coming home to a place he'd never been before (except to interview...).
He left yesterday behind him
you might say he was born again,
might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains
His life was far away
on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken
and he doesn't really care,
it keeps changin' fast, and it don't last for long.
It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen Road Guy driving so very long
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye.
Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado....
Rocky Mountain High....it's your birthday
Rocky Mountain High...happy birthday