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