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 turning

In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away

With no words of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

Well I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was

The last thing on my mind

You got reasons aplenty for going

This I know, this I know

For the weeds

Have been steadily growin'

Please don't go, please don't go

Are you going away

With no words of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

Well I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was

The last thing on my mind.