Verse 1
The neighbor’s scraping ice at 7:00 AM
Bundled up like he’s never seen a drift again
But the sun is hitting Longs Peak, burning off the haze
And I’m trading in the heater for these crystal-clear days.
The driveway’s crunching under Goodyear tread
I’ve got a mountain state of mind inside my head.
Chorus
And I’m driving with the windows down in January
The air is sharp enough to cut, but I’m feeling airy
Let the thermostat drop, let the mercury fall
I’ve got the Rockies in my blood, I don’t feel it at all.
Just a mile-high heart and a cold-front breeze
I’m at home in the 30s, I’m at home in the freeze.
Verse 2
Passersby are staring through their fogged-up glass
Wondering how much longer I can let this pass
But they don’t know the secret of the dry-air sting
It’s the closest thing to flying, it’s a winter-time wing.
The pine scent is heavy, the sky is electric blue
I’m shifting into fourth with a panoramic view.
Bridge
It’s not about the jacket, it’s not about the heat
It’s the rhythm of the canyons and the slush on the street.
My breath is like a ghost dancing in the cab
But I’ll take the silver shiver over anything drab.
Chorus
Yeah, I’m driving with the windows down in January
The air is sharp enough to cut, but I’m feeling airy
Let the thermostat drop, let the mercury fall
I’ve got the Rockies in my blood, I don’t feel it at all.
Just a mile-high heart and a cold-front breeze
I’m at home in the 30s, I’m at home in the freeze.
Outro
(Slow down the strumming)
Roll ‘em up when I’m home, maybe once I’m inside
But for now, it’s just the cold and a Colorado ride.
Yeah, just a Colorado ride.
(Fade out with the sound of wind whistling past a window)
