Stanley

Is it wrong for me to dream I'll see you walking through the trees

Or are you way up on that ridge above purple mountain majesties

Coming back to this place to a look of grief on my father's face

Then I know you're not here and a soul ain't something to replace

As sun falls through those peaks

A gentle voice speaks to me

Places like these where the lines are blurred

You don't need to speak to know you're heard

Like the Kokanee, you'll find your way back

Living life more free loving where you're at