Last Thing On My Mind

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In a wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no words of farewell
        Can there be not a trace left behind
        I could have loved you better
        I didn't mean to be unkind
        You know that was the last thing on my mind

You got reason aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go

Chorus

As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies of abornin'
Without you, without you

Chorus

Darling, that was the last thing on my mind

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