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
Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well, I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin' Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet the subways rumblin' Underground, underground
As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you Every song in my breast lies a bornin' Without you, without you
You've got reasons a-plenty for goin' This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go
