Chris De Burgh — 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 better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind; You've got reasons a-plenty for going This I know, this I know And the weeks have been steadily growing Please don't go, please don't go; Are you going away with no word of farewell Will 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; As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling Underground, underground; Are you going away with no word of farewell Will 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; Are you going away with no word of farewell Will 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