It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my heart 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
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling
Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell?...
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my heart dies a-borning
Without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell?...
You have 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
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Tom Paxton
Guitar chords for Lesson Too Late for the Learning
G C G It's a lesson too late for the learning, D G ...D G Made of sand, made of sand C G In the wink of an eye my heart is turning D G ...D G In your hand, in your hand D Am G Are you going away with no word of fare-well Em G D Will there be not a trace left behind? C G Em I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind G D G You know that was the last thing on my mind