by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill

Helplessly hoping

Her harlequin hovers nearby

Awaiting a word

Gasping at glimpses

Of gentle true spirit

He runs, wishing he could fly

Only to trip at the sound of good-bye

Wordlessly watching

He waits by the window

And wonders

At the empty place inside

Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

He worries

Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for each other

Stand by the stairway

You'll see something

Certain to tell you confusion has its cost

Love isn't lying

It's loose in a lady who lingers

Saying she is lost

And choking on hello

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for each other