Lyrics: The Last Thing on My Mind


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 going away with no word of farewell?

Will there be not a trace left behind?

I could have loved you better,

Didn’t mean to be unkind.

But you know that was the last thing on my mind.

You’ve had reasons plenty for goin’.

This I know, this I know.

For the weeds have been steadily growin’.

Please don’t go, please don’t go.


As we walk, my thoughts are a-tumblin’,

Round and round, round and round.

And the subway ‘neath my feet is a-rumblin’,

Underground, underground.


As I lie in my bed in the mornin’,

Without you, without you.

Every song in my breast dies a bornin’,

Without you, without you.


Tom Paxton