So I the left the flowers outside then in the hallway   with a note against your door   You were not home   You were not home      You may be on your way to the chautauqua now with your mother   calling out the way to go   the way you know   the way you know      Oh, memory that's sweet   petals from the trees   when your road is hard   when your road is hard      Oh the forest and the deepest seas of your own world   no one else can ever know   the way you know   the way you know      Sorrow happens and you find you can't tell anybody, words don't   enter into greater wells   the way you know   the way you know      Hope and memory that's sweet   petals from the trees   when your road is hard   when your road is hard      (Jane)      You may be on your way to the chautauqua now with your mother   calling out the way to go   the way you know   the way you know      the way you know   the way you know