Last Thing On My Mind

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

Well I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind

As I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling round and round round and round

Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling underground underground

Are you going away...

You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know

The weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go

Are you going away...

You know that was the last thing on my mind