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 are you goin away with no word of farewell will there be not a trace left behind well i could have 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 goin this i know this i know for the weeds have been steadily growin please don t go please don t go are you goin 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 i lie in my bed in the mornin without you without you each song in my breast dies a bornin without you without you are you goin away with no word of farewell will there be not a trace left behind well i should have loved you better didn t mean to be unkind you know that was the last thing on my mind