(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
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...
You`ve got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know
All the weeds have been steadily growing please don`t go please don`t go
Are you going away...
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
