Little Parcels Of An Endless Time

Tom: Eb

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