It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of any 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
Could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As we walk all my thoughts are tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath my feet the subway is rumbling
Underground, underground

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

You've got reasons, reasons aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Baby 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
Could have loved you better, I 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