Its 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 word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk along my thoughts are tumblin
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet are someplace rumblin
Underground, underground
Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Ive got reason a plenty for goin
This I know, this I know
The weeds have been steadily growin
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I couldve loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
