CHORUS:
Are you goin' away with no word of fare-well
Will there be not a trace left be-hind?

Well I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be
unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.


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:

You got a reasons a plenty for goin'

This I know, this I know.
Please don't go, please don?t go.


CHORUS:

As we walk all my thoughts are at Tumblin'

Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subway rollin,
Under ground, under ground.


CHORUS:


As I lie in my bed in the mornin,
Without you without you
Each song in my breast dies a mournin',

Without you, without you.

CHORUS ... REPEAT LAST LINE