Little parcels of an endless Time
Little parcels of the past are spinning down towards the gyre; And a sinuous truth unvoiced is stretching up forever higher; Leaves of places, leaves of friends are blowing in the wind and falling; But my ship carves through the rain to the place that I am going; Trepidation, you gotta be mistaken; It was an endless time ago; You gotta, gotta let it go; Tiny particles of light have travelled in a wave to find me; A hundred million light-years past, but still they seem to find a way to blind me; Storms of old, I never told, last year they were all the rages; All the sciences of motion cannot calculate my changes; Trepidation, you gotta be mistaken; It was an endless time ago; You gotta, gotta let it go; 