Last Thing On My Mind (The)


It’s a lesson too late for the learnin’
Made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul 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?
Well I could have loved you better,
I didn’t 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 weeds
Have been steadily growin’.
Please don’t go, please don’t go.

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 didn’t mean to be unkind.
You know that was
The last thing on my mind.

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