The Last Thing On My Mind

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 I 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 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.
I 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 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.
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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.
You know that was the last thing on my mind…