Verse: Gm Chorus: Eb | Bb | Gm | Eb 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
