It's 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
Are you going away with no w ord of f arewell
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
As I walk alone my thoughts are tumbling
Round and round round and round
Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling
Under ground under ground
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