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