For those of you out there who are forced to live flat while your hearts are in the high mountains.
Well when the wind don't blow in Amarillo
and the moon along to Gunnison don't rise
shall I cast my dreams upon your love babe
and lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
silently the blanket green and blue
but I shall hear the silence they are keeping
I'll bring all their promises to you.