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 tumblin' down, down
Round and around,
Round and round
And I believe
I hear the subway's grumblin'
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

Composição: Tom Paxton