by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill
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Helplessly hoping
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Her harlequin hovers nearby
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Awaiting a word
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Gasping at glimpses
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Of gentle true spirit
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He runs, wishing he could fly
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Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
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Wordlessly watching
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He waits by the window
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And wonders
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At the empty place inside
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Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
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He worries
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Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
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They are one person
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They are two alone
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They are three together
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They are four for each other
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Stand by the stairway
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You'll see something
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Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
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Love isn't lying
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It's loose in a lady who lingers
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Saying she is lost
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And choking on hello
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They are one person
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They are two alone
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They are three together
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They are four for each other
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Helplessly Hoping
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
