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

There's a question in my mind do the stories die with the man inside

And do brothers keep secrets from the ones that I'm left here with

Maybe going back is the key to find a cure for the things that burden me

As I'm standing on this lakeshore I lose the feeling that I needed more

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

You'll think of me when you're in Stanley

You'll think of me when you're in Stanley