There's somethin' about the ocean rising up to meet the
shoreline.
Somethin' about a river the way it runs to meet the sea.

There's somethin' about a rainfall and it's like the gift of
living.
There's somethin' about the water that makes me sing.

Oh, somethin' about the mountains rising right straight up to
heaven.
And somethin' about a canyon in the shade of a cottonwood

tree.
Somethin' about the desert in the afterglow of evening.
There's somethin' about the west that makes me sing.


There's somethin' about the way you love me baby.
There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine.

There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me.
It really turns me on and makes my little light shine.
There's somethin' about the way you love me baby.

There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine.
There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me,
it really turns me on and makes this little light shine.


There's somethin' about the forest in the latter days of
August.

There's somethin' about the country on the very first day of
springtime.
There's somethin' about a wheatfield, oh you know I love the

prairie.
There's somethin' about the land that makes me sing.