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've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk alone my thoughts're tumbling
round and round round and round
Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling
underground underground
Are you going away...
[ ac.guitar ]
You've got reasons of plenty for going
this I know this I know
The weeds have been steadily growing
please don't go please don't go
Are you going away...
You know that was the last thing on my mind
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've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk alone my thoughts're tumbling
round and round round and round
Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling
underground underground
Are you going away...
[ ac.guitar ]
You've got reasons of plenty for going
this I know this I know
The weeds have been steadily growing
please don't go please don't go
Are you going away...
You know that was the last thing on my mind