a lesson to late for the learnin'
made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
in your hands, in your hands.
Are you going away with the
let it be not a trace left behind.
I should have loved you better,
didn't mean to be unkind,
you know that was the last
You've got a reason of plenty for going,
this I know, this I know.
Who reached out and steadily growin',
please don't go, please don't go.
Are you going away with the
let it be not a trace left behind.
I should have loved you better,
didn't mean to be unkind,
the last thing on my mind.
As we walk along my thoughs
round and round, round and round.
Beneath my feet the subway's
underground, underground.
Are you going away with the
let it be not a trace left behind.
I should have loved you better,
didn't mean to be unkind,
the last thing on my mind.
You know that was the last thing
