from "Michael Stanley", 1973, Tumbleweed Records





Watching outside as the rain

out of Denver comes moving

silently finding a pathway that runs

through my mind

and it fills all the cracks of my being

and covers my thoughts

wordlessly telling of places

I've yet to find...



(CHORUS:)

Maybe it's back to the mountains

Back to my place in the hills

Hoping that maybe she'll tell me

Denver rain never will



Leaving her world for a shelter

of dreams, I elude her

Looking through barriers of man-made

tint, I still see

All but needless to say she still finds me

and calls to the child

I thought forgotten

Touching my face with a kiss

meant for no one but me...



(CHORUS)







--words & music by Michael Stanley