Looking out the window of this Hollywood hotel, You'd never know that it was Christmas eve. The billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells, And the temperature is 84 degrees. I remember Christmases when I was just a boy In the morning I would run to see the tree. And the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of Christmas joy Well, I always thought they sang them just for me. But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air From Telluride to Boulder down below The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow I can hear the traffic on the crowded strip below As the palm trees poke their heads above the scene There's not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows, And Santa drives a Rolls Royce limosine. Now the sun is setting in the California sky And I can't find the spirit anywhere So I think it's time for me to tell Los Angeles goodbye I'm going back home to look for Christmas there But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air From Telluride to Boulder down below The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow