Past the grain elevator, past the edge of town, where the highway noise finally settles down, there’s a gate that opens wide, And a mountain standing watch on the far blue side.
No HOA telling you no — Just open sky and room to roam.
This is the place you didn’t know you were chasing, The quiet you forgot you could find, Coffee on the porch while the sun comes up. Watch the kids run in the fenced yard, Watch the stars come out, undimmed, unmarred. Thirty-five acres and a life that’s yours — This is what you came out here for. This is room to breathe — this is home, this time.
There’s a shop out back built for building your dreams, thirty by forty, big enough for machines, a kitchen made for gathering, a family room warm, and a primary suite where you’ll rest till late in the morning.
Twenty-five minutes to catch your flight, Five to the highway, home by night.
This is the place you didn’t know you were chasing, The quiet you forgot you could find, Coffee on the porch while the sun comes up, This is room to breathe — this is home, this time.
Behind the gate, beneath that Colorado sky, This is home. This is home. This is home tonight.