It’s a lesson too late for the learnin’
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wnk 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 have loved you better, didn’t mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk along my thoughts are tumbling
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet a subway’s rumbling
Underground, underground.
You’ve got reasons aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don’t go, please don’t go
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my head dies a-borning
Without you, without you
(CH)