Last Thing on My Mind - Judy Collins, Stephen Stills

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?

I could have loved you better, didn’t mean to be unkind;

Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind

You had reasons a-plenty for goin'

This I know, this I know

And the weeds have been steadily growin'

Please don’t go, please don’t go

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'

Without you, without you

Every song in my heart dies a-bornin'

Without you, without you

Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind