"Last Thing On My Mind" lyrics

"Last Thing On My Mind"
(feat. Stephen Stills)

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.

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.
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind?

You've 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.

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.
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind?

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

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.
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind?
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind?


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