It's a lesson too late for the learning,
Made of sand, made of sand;
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
You had plenty of reasons for goin',
This I know, this I know;
Well, the weeds have been steadily growin',
Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
In my head all my thoughts are a-tumblin',
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round;
And beneath my feet the subway is a-rumblin',
Underground, underground.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
Without you, without you;
Every flame in my heart dies a-mournin',
Without you, without you.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
Well you know that was the last thing on my mind.