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
 As we walk along, my thoughts are tumbling
 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round
 Underneath our feet are subways rumbling
 Underground, underground
 Are you going away with no word of farewell?
 Will there be not a trace left behind?
 I could've loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
 You know that was the last thing on my mind
 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
 Are you going away with no word of farewell?
 Will there be not a trace left behind?
 I could've loved you better, I 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
 Every song in my head dies a-borning
 Without you, without you
 Without you, without you
 Without you