It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
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 have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk my thoughts are a-tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling
Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better
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 have 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