(Tom Paxton)      A lesson too late for a learning   Made of sand, made of sand   In the wink of an eye my soul was turning   In your hand, in your hand.      Are you going away with no words 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 I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling   Round and round, round and round   Underneath my feet a subway rumbling   Underground, underground.      Are you going away with no words 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.      --- Instrumental ---      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 with no words 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.      You know that was the last thing on my mind...