I like to listen to the late-night sounds Of lonely train whistles and the mockingbird call The wheels on the cars as they turn in the street I like to listen to the in-between I like to listen to the curtains breathe The hush of the kitchen as the back door creaks The sigh of my bed as I slip in to sleep I like to listen to the things in-between Cause if I listen in real close maybe I'll hear Hear you whisper into me From somewhere in the in-between