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 heart 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 [A7better, didn't mean to [C7]be [Am]unkind
You know that was [Am7]the last thing on [C7]my [A]mind

You've got [Fm7]ɾeasons a-plenty for [Dm7]going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go, please don't go

As I lie in my [A]bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song [Am]in my [A]heart lies a burning
Without you, without you

Are you [A7going away with no word of farewell
Will there be [Am]not a tɾace left behind
I could have loved you [A7better, didn't mean to [C7]be [Am]unkind
You know that was [Am7]the last thing on [C7]my [A]mind