Going away from here,
Leaving without a tear.
Things may seem so gray,
until another day.
So I will journey from here
leaving without a tear.

My bags are packed for good
to stay? I never would.
The days, they seem so long,
the nights, they seem so wrong.
My bags are packed for good,
to stay? I never would.

Mary, I'm leaving you.
Johnny,  won't make you blue.
No more dances to attend.
No more jobs to mend.
Mary, I'm leaving now;
you'll get along somehow.

So I got on the train
rolling on thru the rain,
Then I thought of the town
leaving with engine sounds.
So I got off the train
walked back home with the rain.