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.