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

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 it was the last thing on my mind

As I walk all my thoughts keep on tumblin'
round and round, round and round
Underneath my feet the subway is rumbling
underground, underground

Are you going away ...

As I lie in my bed in the morning
without you, without you
Every song in my breast dies aborning
without you, without you.

Are you going away ...

You got reasons of plenty for going
this I know, this I know
Though the weeds have been steadily growing
please don't go, please don't go

Are you going away ...

Tom Paxton