Last Thing on my Mind

C F C

It's a lesson too late for the learning,

F C G C

Made of sand, made of sand.

F C

In the wink of an aye my soul is turning

F C G C

In your hand, in your hand.

G F C

Are you going away with no word of farewell,

F C G

Will there be not a trace left behind.

C F C

Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind.

G G7 C

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.

You've got 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,

As I lie in my bed in the morning,

Without you, without you.

Each song in my breast dies a-borning,

Without you, without you.