Song Description

The good doctor's journey up Mount Everest. Motives, mysteries and friendship.

Lyrics

Kathmandu © 2010 Ken Kahn

Ten slips of paper held in your hand, that you bring up the mountainside
Each one a prayer writ by a different friend and you have sworn to read them into the sky
Shy of the peak, you tear each note and breathe aloud each personal hymn
From out of the void, or out of your silent heart, a wind comes up, takes each to oblivion

But I will be waiting, you won't be alone whispering fading prayers
Out on the edge of your favorite dream: Turn and you'll see me there
You and your way and unwavering will - You will be recognized
Ragged and cold as you come down the hill, under the sacred skies

One driving reason, it takes you there, you bring it with you every climb
Each one a dare, a dare to reclaim your life. Those single steps each part of a grand design.
Who else can see it? Who can you tell? Who wouldn't judge you some of the time?
Maybe a friend with only a hand held out, or a sainted stranger with no axe to grind.

So I will be waiting, you won't be alone whispering fading prayers
Out on the edge of your favorite dream: Turn and you'll see me there
You and your way and unwavering will - You will be recognized
Ragged and cold as you come down the hill, under the sacred skies

A line of flags is fluttering against the moving sky.
Above the snowy tops and icy wind and all that ever flies,
Your line of sight it seems to lift to heaven and beyond.
It leaves you wondering if true love ever does move on.

An ancient woman puts her palm against your cheek and smiles
Is this what you expected, Lord we know you've climbed for miles
She lifts her face and murmurs words that you can't understand.
And on and on you go, chase a mystery without end.

Your journey leads where I will never go. You are betrayed by some you held dear.
You speak in tongues that I will never know, but you never know just when I might appear.
Yet every prayer taken by the wind is just a pilgrim on its way home.
So don't you worry, baby, and don't you mourn. You did your part, the end remains unknown.

And I will be waiting, you won't be alone whispering fading prayers
Out on the edge of your favorite dream: Turn and you'll see me there
You and your way and unwavering will - You will be recognized
Ragged and cold as you come down the hill, under the sacred skies