Time To Let Go  - ListenHere      

A gift from a boyfriend she’s long since forgotten

The flowers are gone, but there’s still a guitar

He once gave her a promise to show her some chords

And sing a few songs about love though the rest of the

Story is dusty, outside of the memories she carries like loose change

Dumped into a dish on top of her dresser, some nickels and dimes,

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the good times,

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the good times,

but sometimes it’s time to let go.

She can’t quite remember why she carries her memories

Why she buries her future in her very own dreams

Something ‘bout teachers and tattoos and poetry

and a renaissance minstrel tuning up a guitar

And she’s driving the distance waiting for openings

‘cause most conversations must take their own time

she’s driving to L.A. so she can get away

From all of the loose change that spilled to the floor

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the good times,

but sometimes it’s time to let go.

One day she’ll remember the stories and laughter

About all the kids she helped back to Ithaca

With a hatchet, some glues sticks, and a little sabroso,

They fought, but they listened and discovered themselves

Somewhere between being lost in the forest

No fire, no food, just a twenty dollar bill,

Somewhere in between all the books and Debris

she helped old Ulysses get home from the sea.

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the good times,

but sometimes it’s time to let go.

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the good times,

but sometimes it’s time to let go.

Circe will tell you, then the mighty Calypso,.

Sometimes it’s time to let go.

Sometimes it’s time to let go.