Last Thing on My Mind

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 As we walk along, my thoughts are tumbling 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round Underneath our feet are subways rumbling 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, I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You've got reasons a-plenty for going This I know, this I know For 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, 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 morning Without you, without you Every song in my head dies a-borning Without you, without you Without you, without you Without you