Oh, don't you grieve, don't cry, don't weep

Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me

You gotta have the heart of a lion



Hey don't you sigh, don't sigh, don't breathe

Your breath is just the air on which you drift away from me

You gotta have the lungs of a whale



Past packing day and it's OK

Past packing day and it's OK

Once was coming down to the wire

Blind in the stream, hogged in the mire



Hey don't you look, don't look, don't see

Your vision's just the road on which you drive away from me

You gotta have a love like a fire



Past packing day and it's OK

Past packing day and it's OK

We're just a product of these times

And must not atone for lives of crimes