The Crossings - David Wilcox
We set sail from the harbor
On the trade routes of old
Where the tall ships of spices
Bring the bright dreams of gold
There are towns full of travelers
Where the stories are told
Of the lost and the longing
In the little known language
Of the wayward and bold
When we coming to the crossings
We had to leave where we'd been
'Cause the roads we came over
Had come to an end
So we meet here as strangers
Bonded as friends
We were torn from the fabric
But the threads of our lives
Are beginning to mend
And the hardest mile we travel
Is that first away from home
When we wonder at the hunger of being alone
But then these tears flow with laughter
With these friends we never knew
They've been waiting at the crossings
For this to come true
The world of wonder set in motion
Is waiting for you
There are clues in the legend
And gifts in the signs
That lead to the treasure
We've been searching to find
Like a map newly written of an ancient design
We have come to the crossings
Like the travelers before us
Through the ages of time
Until the hardest mile we travel
Is that first away from home
When we wonder at the hunger of being alone
But then these tears flow with laughter
With these friends we never knew
They've been waiting at the crossings
For this to come true
The world of wonder set in motion
Is waiting for you
The world of wonder set in motion
Is waiting for you
