It´s a lesson too late for the learning 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 I could´ve 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 tumblin´ Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet are someplace rumblin´ Underground, underground Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could´ve loved you better, Didn´t mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You´ve got reasons a plenty for goin´ This I know, this I know All the weeds have been steadily growin´ Please don´t go, please don´t go Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could´ve loved you better, Didn´t mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind