Lesson Too Late for the Learning

It’s a lesson too late for the learning 
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my heart is turning 
In your hand, in your hand

     Are you going away with no word of farewell?
     Will there be not a trace left behind?
     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 all my thoughts are a-tumbling 
Round and round, round and round 
Underneath our feet the subway’s rumbling 
Underground, underground

As I lie in my bed in the morning 
Without you, without you
Every song in my heart dies a-borning 
Without you, without you

You have 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