v.1
It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' in your hand, in your hand

Chorus:
Are you goin' 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

v.2
As we walk along my thoughts are tumblin' round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway's rumblin, underground, underground

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v.3
I've got reason a'plenty for goin', this I know, this I know
And the weeds have been steadily growin', please don't go, please don't go

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