The Last Thing on My Mind
Tonight in Person
BBC, London, 1966
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind.
You know, that was the last thing on my mind.You've got reason a-plenty for goin',
This I know, this I know,
For the weeds have been steadily growin'.
Please, don't go! Please, don't go!Are you goin' away...
As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you,
Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
Without you, without you.Are you goin' away...
That was the last thing on my mind.