The Last Thing On My Mind - Neil Diamond

it’s 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

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 mind

you 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.

Chorus