| lyric | 1. 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?
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
2. As we alk, all my thoughts are a tumblin’
’round and ’round, ’round and ’round.
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin’,
underground, underground.
3. You've 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
4. As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-borning
Without you, without you. |