Paxton
It's a lesson too late for the learning, yeah
Made of sand, oh it's made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul keeps on turning, yeah
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace for me to find?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
Oh, you must know it was the last thing on my mind.
As we walked, all my thoughts they are a-tumbling down, down
'Round and around, 'round and 'round
And underneath I hear the subway's trumblin'
Underground, underground.
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've got reasons of plenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please, don't grow, please, don't grow.
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left to find?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.