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.