(by Richard Fariña & Pauline Marden)

No use crying, talking to a stranger
Naming the sorrow you've seen
Too many bad times, too many sad times
Nobody knows what you mean

	But 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

No use rambling, walking in the shadows
Trailing a wandering star
No one beside you, no one to hide you
And nobody knows what you are

	But if somehow ...

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

	But if somehow ...

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

	But if somehow ...

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