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.