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've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind   You know that was the last thing on my mind      As we walk alone my thoughts're tumbling round and round round and round   Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling underground underground   Are you going away...   [ ac.guitar ]   You've got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know   The weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go   Are you going away...   You know that was the last thing on my mind