Will there be not a trace left behind?
I didn't mean to be unkind
Well I could have loved you better
This I know
Made of sand

In your hand
Are you going away?

You got reasons a plenty for going
I didn't mean to be unkind
Please don't go

Are you going away?
With no word of farewell
With no word of farewell
In your hand
You know that was the last thing on my mind
This I know
Well I could have loved you better
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning

You know that was the last thing on my mind

For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go
Will there be not a trace left behind?