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 have loved you better,
I 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,
And the weeks 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,
I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind;


As we walk on, 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,

I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind;


Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,

I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.