Update 2002-07-22
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In a wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no words of farewell
Can 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 got reason aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
* Refrain
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies of boredom
Without you, without you
* Refrain
As I walk thru the streets my thoughts are tumbling
'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Underneath my feet, the subways rumbling
Underground, underground
* Refrain
Darling, that was the last thing on my mind