G          C               G             
It's a lesson too late for the learnin', 
 C      G     D       G 
Made of sand, made of sand. 
       G          C              G 
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, 
C       G     D       G 
In your hand, in your hand. 
 

        D                  C           G 
Are you going away with no word of farewell, 
           C        G            D  
Will there be not a trace left behind. 
  G                    C  
I could have loved you better, 
       G  
Didn't mean to be unkind,  
                      D                G 
You know that was the last thing on my mind.  
 
As we walk my thoughts are a-tumbling,  
Round and round, round and round.  
Underneath our feet the subway's 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.  
 
You've got reasons a plenty for going,  
This I know, this I know.  
For the weeds have been steadily glowing,  
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.