You pack your sweaters for the fallnand the flowers die in their garden rowsnand the warm words can't help at all,neverybody knows...nnYou're trying to find a compromisenbetween remembering and learning to forget,nso now just pouring a glass of waternis like trying to move boulders with your breath.nnIt's so hard to see it all,nshe tries to hold you in the night,nbut you're shaking you're crying out,npraying for sleep to bless your bedside.nnThat's right, so it goes,nthe whole world folds over you.nPack your handkerchief and your best shoes...nnReconciliation of guilt and grief,nit's the hardest battle you've tried to winnand now every year you grit your teethnas it cuts you underneath your skin.nnOh and Sunday mornings don't bring you solace,nyou are firm in your disbeliefnbut you hold tight to that old promise;nyou are waiting for the spring,nyou are waiting for the spring.nnThat's right, so it goes,nthe whole world folds over you.nPack your handkerchief and your best shoes...nnDon't leave me breathing,nno not alone,nthere's so much more I meant to tell you.nI went by with flowers, just to see,nbut that granite told me you're still gone....nnDon't leave me breathing,nno not alone,nthere's so much more I meant to tell you...nI went by with flowers, just to see,nbut the granite told me you're still gone.... nn