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.