Last Thing on My Mind

(Tom Paxton)



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, didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



You've got reasons of plenty for doing this

I know Lord, this I know

For the weeds have been steadily growing

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



As I lie in my bed in the morning

Without you, without you

Each song in my breast dies a borning

Without you, Lord, without you.



Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

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

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