G5          C5               G5             
It's a lesson too late for the learnin', 
 C5      G5     D5       G5 
Made of sand, made of sand. 
       G5          C5              G5 
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, 
C5       G5     D5       G5 
In your hand, in your hand. 
 

        D5                  C5           G5 
Are you going away with no word of farewell, 
           C5        G5            D5  
Will there be not a trace left behind. 
  G5                    C5  
I could have loved you better, 
       G5  
Didn't mean to be unkind,  
                      D5                G5 
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.