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.

Chorus: Are you going away with no words of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, 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.

As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you, without you, Each song in my breast dies a-borning Without you, without you.