LISTEN TO THE WHISPER OF GOODBYE
©1999 Nick Fessler
While washing your face the telephone rings
And you get some soap in your eye
You answer and try to explain I listen but will not cry
So the sound of my voice is but a whisper
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
We meet again on a cold winter evening To embrace one last time
Good-byes like this are never easy And sometimes feel like a crime
So the sound of my voice is but a whisper
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Whispering wind, whispering clouds, whispering rain
All crying out loud…
I’ve gone but I’ve not forgotten And some memories refuse to die
Like a simple touch of your gentle hand That could cause my hopes to fly
To where the sound of your voice still whispers
As I listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
©1999 Nick Fessler
While washing your face the telephone rings
And you get some soap in your eye
You answer and try to explain I listen but will not cry
So the sound of my voice is but a whisper
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
We meet again on a cold winter evening To embrace one last time
Good-byes like this are never easy And sometimes feel like a crime
So the sound of my voice is but a whisper
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
Whispering wind, whispering clouds, whispering rain
All crying out loud…
I’ve gone but I’ve not forgotten And some memories refuse to die
Like a simple touch of your gentle hand That could cause my hopes to fly
To where the sound of your voice still whispers
As I listen to the whisper of goodbye
Can you hear the roaring silence of the wind
Can you see the clouds drift across the sky
Can you feel the rain as it washes down your skin
As you listen to the whisper of goodbye
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