G C G
It's a lesson too late for the learning,
C G D G
Made of sand, made of sand.
G C G
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,
C G D G
In your hand, in your hand.
D C G
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
C G D
Will there be not a trace left behind?
G C
I could have loved you better,
G
Didn't mean to be unkind.
D G
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling,
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,
Underground, underground.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
