It’s a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my heart 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 have loved you better, didn’t mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet the subway’s rumbling Underground, underground As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you, without you Every song in my heart dies a-borning Without you, without you You have 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