It's time you start packing up It's time you start packing up It's time you start packing up Pack your clothes and your guitar Pack your clothes and your guitar Pack your clothes and your guitar On the bench, it's harvest time Hunched over the danglin' keys Got my hands in the ivory earth I'm working the brass with my feet I've been living by you so long Does that make it so wrong That the world that I loved bears your name? I've been living by you so long Does that make it so wrong That the world that I loved bears your name? Now, it don't have to be Don't go cryin' to the sea That my tears are floodin' over the plain It don't have to be Don't go cryin' to the sea That my tears are floodin' over the plain Don't think it's all your fault I don't sew the soil with salt It's just my tears are floodin' over the plain It don't take years to get over this sort of pain