The Last Thing On My Mind

It's a lesson too late for the learnin’
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin’
In your hand, in your hand.

Chorus:

Are you goin' 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,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You’ve got reasons a plenty for goin’,
This I know, this I know;
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go.

Chorus:

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell…

In my head all my thoughts keep tumblin',
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round;
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin',
Underground, underground.

Chorus:

Are you goin’ away with no word of farewell…

As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
Without you, without you;
Each song in my breast dies a- bornin’,
Without you, without you.

Chorus:

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell…