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
Before you're going away with no word of
farewell There be not a trace left behind
Sure 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 all my thoughts are a-tumbling Round and round,
round and round
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling Underground,
underground
You've got reasons aplenty for a-going This I know,
this I know
The weeds have been steadily a-growing
Please don't go,
oh please don't go
Before you're going away with no word of
farewell There be not a trace left behind
Sure I could have loved you better,
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
Each song in my breast dies unborn Without you,
without you
Before you're going away with no word of farewell There be
not a trace left behind Sure I could have loved you better,
didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind