The Last Thing On My Mind - Tom Paxton
It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the blink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand
Chorus
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
I didn't mean to be unkind
Cause you know that was the last thing on my mind
You had 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
Chorus and Break
As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway’s rumbling
Underground, underground
Chorus
And as I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my heart dies a‘borning
Without you, without you
Chorus, Break and Chorus
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