So I the left the flowers outside then in the hallway
with a note against your door
You were not home
You were not home

You may be on your way to the chautauqua now with your mother
calling out the way to go
the way you know
the way you know

Oh, memory that's sweet
petals from the trees
when your road is hard
when your road is hard

Oh the forest and the deepest seas of your own world
no one else can ever know
the way you know
the way you know

Sorrow happens and you find you can't tell anybody, words don't
enter into greater wells
the way you know
the way you know

Hope and memory that's sweet
petals from the trees
when your road is hard
when your road is hard

(Jane)

You may be on your way to the chautauqua now with your mother
calling out the way to go
the way you know
the way you know

the way you know
the way you know