You pack your sweaters for the fall   And the flowers die in their garden rows   And the warm words can’t help at all   Everybody knows   You’re trying to find a compromise   Between remembering and learning to forget   So now just pouring a glass of water   Is like trying to move boulders with your breath   It’s so hard to see it all   She tries to hold you in the night   But you’re shaking   You’re crying out   Praying for sleep to bless your bedside      That’s right   So it goes   The whole world folds over you   Pack your handkerchief and your best shoes      Reconciliation of guilt and grief   It’s the hardest battle you’ve tried to win   And now every year you grit your teeth   As it cuts you underneath your skin   Oh and Sunday mornings don’t bring you solace   You are firm in your disbelief   But you hold tight to that old promise   You are waiting for the spring   You are waiting for the spring      That's right   So it goes   The whole world folds over you   Pack your handkerchief and your best shoes      Don’t leave me breathing   No not alone   There’s so much more I meant to tell you   I went by with flowers   Just to see   But the granite told me you’re still gone