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(Tom Paxton) 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 have 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're tumbling Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet a subway rumbling Underground, underground. Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. --- Instrumental --- You 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 have 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... |