The Last Thing on My Mind

Will there be not a trace left behind?
And the subway beneath my feet is a-rumbling
As we walk, my thoughts are a-tumbling
In the winking of an eye my soul is turning
Every song in my breast dies a-borning
Without you, without you

As I lie in my bed in the morning

I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Please don't go, please don't go
But you know that was the last thing on my mind

I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
In your hand, in your hand
But you know that was the last thing on my mind
This I know, this I know

Are you going away with no word of farewell?
But you know that was the last thing on my mind
Without you, without you
Will there be not a trace left behind?

You had reasons plenty for going
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind

Underground, underground
But you know that was the last thing on my mind
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Round and round, round and round
Are you going away with no word of farewell?