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 Stanl