The thread that held this quilt together
The silken lace and the golden train
Has broken and I don't know whether
I can ever make it whole again
The pilot that gave these charts their meaning
Has gone away and won't be back it seems
All I have is this rusty compass
All our passages are fading into dreams
Away, to some landfall
Where she might be released
From my expectations
And we'll both find some peace
I lost the thread
That kept this quilt together
The silk, the lace and the golden train
I'll gather them and keep them safe that
I may think of her again