Rings map years, from hush to play

The past, it never disappears

Bereavement can be over written

But the ache still spears old wounds

Eraser rinds dust a rewritten page

The past, it never disappears

It pries you open and reads from you

Before you lost the will to tears

A finger of a life stripped to the marrow

A skeleton with nothing to show

A moment that's not carried downstream

It's something you can't let go

So hold on, with regret and tears

Look to windward

There's the nothing at the other end, but darkness

There's nowhere to return that's home

Strangers forever

Cross that bridge

Look to windward

Go on alone

Strangers forever

Alone with yourself

Look to windward

With regret and tears