It's a lesson too late for the learning
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, no word of farewell
Will there be, there be not a trace left behind
Well I, I could've loved you better
I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As we walk my thoughts are tumblin'
Tumblin' round, round and round
Underneath our feet there someplace rumblin'
Underground, underground

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

You've got reason a plenty for goin
Yes I know, oh I know
Oh, the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go

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