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 have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind. As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling, Round and round, round and round. Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling, Underground, underground. Chorus You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing. Please don't go, please don't go. Chorus As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you, without you, Each song in my breast dies a-borning, Without you, without you. Chorus You know that was the last thing on my mind.