The Last Thing on My Mind

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. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you bette

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 goin' away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind Well, I could have loved you bet