I know you have to go babe.
I know it's what you do.
I promise I won't cry love.
When I say goodbye to you.
Go pack all your cases.
Go take your stuff with you.
Go fold it, smoothe it, strap it up.
I know that we are through.
Please don't take my picture.
Don't say that you are blue.
You may meet another.
To start your life anew.
Don't pull me into your arms.
Don't whisper your goodbye.
Don't smile and kiss away my tears.
As I break down and cry.
Go pack all your cases.
Go take your stuff and run.
Go fold it, smoothe it, strap it up.
I know that we are done.
Now what do you think you're doing?
Yes I know that that's my case.
You want me to come with you?
Now a smile lights up my face.
I've packed all of my cases.
I'll live my life with you.
I've folded, smoothed and strapped my stuff,
I know that you are true.
The are some delicate
The are some delicate pearls of wisdom here, and a voice that only works traveling in the suitcase of a poetic woman; lovely turn around. Charmed.