The Last Thing On My Mind

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

Chorus:
Are you going away?
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace
Left behind.
Well 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 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