Are you goin' away with no word of fare-well
Will there be not a trace left be-hind?
Well I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand,
In the wink of an eye, my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.
You got a reasons a plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don?t go.
As we walk all my thoughts are at Tumblin'
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subway rollin,
Under ground, under ground.
As I lie in my bed in the mornin,
Without you without you
Each song in my breast dies a mournin',
Without you, without you.
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