The Last Thing on My Mind

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;

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I 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 a-plenty for going
This I know, this I know
And the weeks 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
I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind;

As we walk on, 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
I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind;

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