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.
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn`t mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin`
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin`
Underground, underground
CHORUS
As I lie in my bed in the mornin`
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast lies a bornin`
Without you, without you.
CHORUS
You`ve got 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.