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
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