Last Thing On My Mind

A lesson too late for a learning made of sand made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul was turning in your hand in your hand
Are you going away with no words 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 I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling round and round round and round
Underneath my feet a subway rumbling underground underground
Are you going away...
[ guitar - steel ]
You've got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know
The weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go
Are you going away...
You know that was the last thing on my mind