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