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?
Oh, I could've loved you better,
didn't mean to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind...

Tom Paxton