Oh, don?t you grieve, don?t cry, don?t weep, no   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, no   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 okay   Past packing day and it?s okay   This one's coming down to the wire   Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire      Hey, don?t you look, don?t look, don?t see, no   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 okay   Past packing day and it?s okay   We?re just a product of these times   And must not atone for lives of crime      We?re just a product of these times   And must not atone for lives of crime   For lives of crime, for lives of crime