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 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