It's a lesson too late for the learning

Made of sand, made of sand

In the winking 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

But you know that was the last thing on my mind You had reasons 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

But you know that was the last thing on my mind As we walk, my thoughts are a-tumbling

Round and round, round and round

And the subway beneath my feet is a-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

But 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 breast dies a-borning

Without you, without you 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

But you know that was the last thing on my mind

Oh yes it was the last thing on my mind