Pack Up Your Sorrows

(R. Farina, P. Marden)

There's no use crying, talking to a stranger,
Naming the sorrows you've seen.
Too many sad times, too many bad times,
Nobody knows what you mean. 

Chorus: Oh if somehow
        You could pack up your sorrows,
        And give them all to me,
        You would lose them,
        I know how to use them,
        Give them all to me. 

There's no use rambling, walking in the shadows,
Trailing a wandering star.
No one beside you, no one to hide you,
Nobody knows who you are. 

        Chorus

No use gambling, running in the darkness,
Looking for a spirit that's free.
Too many wrong times, too many long times, 
Nobody knows what you see. 

        Chorus

No use roaming, lying by the roadside,
Seeking a satisfied mind.
Too many highways, too many byways,
And nobody's walking behind. 

        Chorus