(Tom Paxton)



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.



Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



As I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling round

And round, round and round

Underneath our feet a subway's 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 didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



I got reasons of plenty for going

This I know, this I know.

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 didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



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Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



You know that was the last thing on my mind...