CHORUS:
Are you goin' away with no word of fare-well
Will there be not a trace left be-hind?
Well I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be
Unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand,
In the wink of an eye, my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.
CHORUS:
You got a reasons a plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don?t go.
CHORUS:
As we walk all my thoughts are at Tumblin'
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subway rollin,
Under ground, under ground.
CHORUS:
As I lie in my bed in the mornin,
Without you without you
Each song in my breast dies a mournin',
Without you, without you.
CHORUS... REPEAT LAST LINE
