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 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.
 As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin'
 Round and round, round and round
 Underneath our feet the [bad word] #39;
 Underground, underground
 [bad word] 
 As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
 Without you, without you.
 Every song in my breast lies a bornin'
 Without you, without you.
 [bad word] 
 You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
 This I know, this I know.
 For the weeds have been steadily growin'
 Please don't go, please don't go.