There a certain contradiction
In everything I say
When I asked if you were leaving
I was hoping you would stayWell, you took all your possessions
But you left behind much more
And they know I'm always listening
For your hand upon the doorNever asking where you're going
Never asking where you've been
Just think of what you're missing
And the time that's in betweenI see the mirror in the hall
No reflection is in view
There's a clock upon the wall
But correction's overdueAnd these four walls that surround me
Well, they've seen it all before
And they know I'm always listening
For your hand upon the doorWith occasional digression
I was trying to be strong
And I thought I'd found the answer
But I heard the question wrongWhile outside it turns to lightning
So I pull the curtains o'er
And they know I'm always listening
For your hand upon the door