The Last Thing On My Mind

Its 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
Chorus:
Are you going away?
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace
Left behind.
Well I could have loved you better
I didnt mean to be unkind
You know, that was the last thing on my mind
You got reasons a plenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the ****s
Have been steadily growing
Please dont go, please dont go.
Chorus