Intro:  A D A  D A  E  A

        A         D            A         D       A     E       A
It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand,
                  D              A        D       A     E       A
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin', in your hand, in your hand.


        E                  D           A                D        A            E       E7
Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind?
         A                   D              A                 
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
    E                 E7               A
You know that was the last thing on my mind.


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


        E                  D           A                D        A            E        E7
Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind?
        A                    D              A                 
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
    E                 E7               A
You know that was the last thing on my mind;

       E              E7               A
You know that was the last thing on my mind.    (Slowing)