It's a lesson too late for the learning

Made of sand, oh it's made of sand

In the wink of an eye my soul keeps on turning

In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace for me to find

Well I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind

Oh you must know it was the last thing on my mind



As we walked all my thoughts they are a tumbling down down

Round and around, round and round

And underneath I hear the subway's trumblin'

Underground, underground

Are you going away with no word 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've got reasons of plenty for going

This I know, this I know

For the weeds have been steadily growing

Please don't grow, please don't grow

Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left to find

Well I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind