Listening to the wind
Trying to hear the voice of a distant friend
Wishing you and I were close again
Listening to the wind

Listening to the bre-eze
As it whispers through the poplar trees
Do you think I mean way back then
Do you listen to the wind

Listening to the night
Wishing we could hold and squeeze each other tight
I can almost hear the stars so bright
Listening to the night

Listening to the so-und
Of a highway through some distant town
I can almost hear the pale moon light
Do you listen to the night

Listening to my mind
Searching through my thoughts for the perfect time
Using tricks and telepathy at times
Do you listen to your mind

Listening to the bre-eze
As it whispers through the poplar trees
Wishing you and I were close again
Just listening to the wind