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 going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk along, my thoughts are tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath I feel a subways mumbling
Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've got reasons of plenty for going
This I know, this I know
And the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
On my mind