I've decided that these lyrics best represent how I feel -

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no words 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 I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
Without you, without you

Are you going away with no words 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...

Also, here is my response to those who want to bomb them back into the Stone Age, not that there are any here but I'm offering you fodder: They ARE in the Stone Age, and look at what they've done.