And in the light of morning
I left my bed and street
Passed the park and bench
Where we no longer meet

I found a path forgotten
Green and overgrown
I followed my own footsteps
And walked there on my own

Threads
Something’s pulling me I move ahead
Threads
What is holding’s also being held

A weeping willow
When all the trees around
With all their branches rising
To where light is found

At first appeared so heavy
The branches leaning down
But then I saw through low they go
They never touch the ground

Threads
Something’s pulling me I move ahead
Threads
What is holding’s also being held