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 [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
You know, that was the last thing on my mind You 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. [Chorus]
