Restless footsteps walkin' down the hallway in the middle of the night
I start hearing little sounds become so magnified here in the quiet
A kitchen phone that rings when you answer softly speakin' in a whisper
I'm left here wonderin' why
I've gota lonely feelin' that I'm hearing the sound of goodbye
The sound of goodbye
Stockin' feet htat softly tiptoe through the room where I lay half asleep
Flingin' hangers, fumblin' hands that close the closet door that always creaks
The sanpping latches on your suitcase that you carried with you to your mother's
On those weekends, many times
I've got a lonely feelin' that I'm hearing the sound of goodbye
The sound of goodbye
The clicking of your high heels down the staircase and across the marble floor
I call your name and hear a deafending silence, then the closing of a door
A roaring mother in the street a stranger's cutting voice
Then a violent rush of teardrops from my eyes
I've got a lonely feelin' that I'm hearing the sound of goodbye
the sound of goodbye