The Last Thing on My Mind

(Tom Paxton)



A lesson too late for a learning

Made of sand, made of sand

In the wink of an eye my soul was turning

In your hand, in your hand.



Are you going away with no words of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



As I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling

Round and round, round and round

Underneath my feet a subway rumbling

Underground, underground.



Are you going away with no words of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



--- Instrumental ---



You've got reasons of plenty for going

This I know, this I know

The weeds have been steadily growing

Please don't go, please don't go.



Are you going away with no words of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



You know that was the last thing on my mind...