(Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind)
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, 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 of plenty for going
This I know, this I know
All 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
Well, I could have 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.
You know that was the last thing on my mind...