The Last Thing On My Mind
Tom Paxton

Itís 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.
Well I could have loved you better,
did-nít mean to be un-kind.
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.
Under neath our feet the subway's rumblin',
underground, underground.

Are you going ...

You've got reasons a plenty for goin',
this I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growing,
please don't go, please don't go.

Are you going ...

As I lie in my bed in the morning,
without you, without you,
each song in my breast dies a-borning,
without you, without you.

Are you going Ö