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 hands, in your hands

Are you going away
With no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, 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 through the streets my thoughts are tumbln'
'Round and 'round and 'round
And beneath our feet the subway's rumblin'
Underground, underground

Are you going away
With no work of farewell?
Could there be not a trace left behind?
Well, 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 reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have steady been growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away
With no word of farewell?
Could there be no 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