Time That's In Between

There a certain contradiction

In everything I say

When I asked if you were leaving

I was hoping you would stay

Well you took all your possessions

But you left behind much more

And they know I'm always listening

For your hand upon the door

Never asking where you're going

Never asking where you've been

Just think of what you're missing

And the time that's in between

I see the mirror in the hall

No reflection is in view

There¹s a clock upon the wall

But correction's overdue

And these four walls that surround me

Well they¹ve seen it all before

And they know I'm always listening

For your hand upon the door

With occasional digression

I was trying to be strong

And I thought I'd found the answer

But I heard the question wrong

While outside it turns to lightning

So I pull the curtains o'er

And they know I¹m always listening

For your hand upon the door