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

As we walk along, my thoughts are tumbling
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Underneath our feet are subways rumbling
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, I 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 growing
Please don't go, please don't go

Arе you going away with no word of farewell?
Will therе be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my head dies a-borning
Without you, without you
Without you, without you
Without you