[1] It's a lesson too [4] late for the [1] learning [4]
Made of [1] sand [5] made of [1] sand
In the wink of an [4] eye my soul is [1] turning [4]
In your [1] hand [5] in your [1] hand

Are you [5] goin' away with no [4] word of fare-[1]-well
Will there [4] be not a [1] trace left be-[5]-hind
I [4] could've loved you better didn't [1] mean to be unkind
You [5] know that was the last thing on my [1] mind

As we walk along my thoughts are tumblin'
Round and round round and round
Underneath our feet a subway's rumblin'
Underground underground

You've got reason a plenty for goin'
This I know this I know
For the weak have been steadily growin'
Please don't go please don't go