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 breath 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 ok past packing day and it s ok once was coming down to the wire lying 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 ok past packing day and it s ok 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