A lesson too late
For the learning
Made of sand
Made of sand

In a 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'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 going
This I know
This I know

For the weeds have been steadily a-growing
Please don't go
Please don't go

As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you
Without you

Every song in my soul dies of yearning
Without you
Without you

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

Oh, I could've loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing
On my mind