bill anderson
last thing on my mind
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 are 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 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