The Four Corners

Must have travelled the four corners To return again to find That no matter where I'm travelling to You know I'm still of a homecoming kind T'is not the destination It's not the only place you will find Got to be the conversation That frees up the borders of my mind Caught the train up Madagascar Along a ridge they call the spine Met a man who'd fled from Lhasa Where freedom's still a heinous crime And the fruits of labor torn from the vine And as I row upon the river To see the salmon leap the fall With their strong sense of survival An instinct to move us all Upon a train to Nuwarelya That climbs the clouds above the sea Met a man who had four children For whom he'd planned for honestly One for law and one for medicine And one a monk for a Monastery His wife and daughter were not with him They worked Kuwait for an Emir Sending money back for family The cost of love can be dear T'is not the destination It's not the only place you will find Got to be the conversation That frees up the borders of my mind