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

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

You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You've got reasons of 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

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 lie in my bed in the morning

Without you, without you

Each song in my grass dies a borning

Without you, without you.

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...