--words and music by Michael Stanley
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 with an etching of silence
Wordlessly telling of places
I've yet to find...la da da da
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 that
I thought no longer
Touching my face with a kiss
meant for no one but me...la da da da
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...