The Last Thing On My Mind

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.

Chorus:

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.

Chorus

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

Chorus

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.

Chorus