Chris de Burgh - The Last Thing On My Mind

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 word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind; You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I know, this I know, And the weeks have been steadily growing, 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? I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind; As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling, Round and round, round and round, Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling, Underground, underground; Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind; Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind.