The Last Thing on My Mind

It's a lesson

Too late for the learning

Made of sand, made of sandIn the wink

Of an eye my soul is turning

In your hand, in your hand[Chorus]

Are you going away?

With no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace

Left behind.

Well I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind

You know, that was the last thing on my mindYou got reasons a plenty for going

This I know, this I know

For the weeds

Have been steadily growing

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

Songwriters

Paxton, Thomas R /Published by

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC