If I go tomorrow
Will you come visit me?
Pack up your sorrows
I’m taking them all with me

The skin-deep and marrow
And the ones that’ll follow me
When the cradle narrows
A fleeing desire hugs me

I see no border between
Dying and living free

And it all seems so strange
And I think you’d do the same

‘Cause it’s so jarring to feel
My hands miss the wheel

So, I’m leaving to heal
What change can reveal

Goodbye to the gallows
That never killed me
The tunnels I’ve burrowed
In the shame-dyed dirt of my being

The quicksand and shallow
To withstand this love’s beams
When the cradle narrows
The fleeing desire hugs me

And I see no border between
Dying and living free

And it all seems so strange
And I think you’d do the same

Cause it’s so jarring to feel
My hands miss the wheel

I’m leaving to heal
What change can reveal

If I go tomorrow
Will you come visit me?
Pack up your sorrows
I’m taking them all with me