It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye, my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand
Are you goin' away, with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace of goodbye
Well 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, all my thoughts are a-tumblin’
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway’s rumblin’
Underground, underground
Are you goin' away, with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace of goodbye
Well I could have loved you better
I didn't mean to be unkind