The Last Thing On My Mind

1. 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.

R: Are you going away with no word of farewell?

Will there be not a trace left behind?

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

You know, that was the last thing on my mind.

2. As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling,

'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round.

Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,

Underground, underground.

R:

3. You've got reasons a-plenty for going,

This I know, this I know.

For the weeds have been steadily growing,

Please don't go, please don't go.

R:

4. As I lie in my bed every morning,

Without you, without you,

Each song in my breast dies a-borning,

Without y