Lyrics Telluride - Kate Wolf

On my way to the Telluride sawmill today
I thought of an old friend who'd long gone away
He took to travelin' when he turned seventeen
And I stayed at home with a family

A collector of dreams was my old friend
He talked about the times yet to come
But I took to workin' at the Telluride sawmill
And I've been there since I turned twenty-one

And the river keeps rollin' past the south county line
I'd love to roll with it, but I've run out of time
The days roll by like the logs at the river
And I know I ain't gettin' no younger.

We were kids growin' up in the Rockies
When the mountains were young and so free
He was my friend and my equal
Though in years he was younger by three

We grew up in the usual fashion,
Never wantin' to grow up at all,
But I found a family and he found the rails.
He left on the train for St. Paul.

And the river keeps rollin' past the south county line.
I'd love to roll with it, but I've run out of time.
The days roll by like the logs at the river,
And I don't often think of my old friend.

Mister Preacher, can you give me an answer?
Lord, I can't go on this way.
I'm gettin' old, and I don't feel so good.
Have I just been wastin' my time?

Telluride, Telluride,
Have I just been wastin' my time?