G             C               G               
It's a lesson too late for the learning,   
 C         G       D          G   
Made of sand, made of sand.   
       G          C              G   
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,   
C       G     D       G   
In your hand, in your hand.   
   

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        D                  C           G   
Are you going away with no word of farewell,   
           C        G            D    
Will there be not a trace left behind?   
  G                    C    
I could have loved you better,   
       G    
Didn't mean to be unkind.    
                      D                G   
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.    
   
Chorus  
   
You've got reasons a-plenty for going,    
This I know, this I know.    
For the weeds have been steadily growing.    
Please don't go, please don't go.   
   

Chorus  

As I lie in my bed in the morning  
Without you, without you,  
Each song in my breast dies a-borning,  
Without you, without you.  

Chorus  
   
You know that was the last thing on my mind.