Crosby, Stills and Nash (Stephen Stills)
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 goodbye.
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 goodbye
Or even hello.
Chorus:
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are four each other.
Stand by the stairway you'll see something certain
to tell you, confusion has it's cost
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers
saying she is lost
And choking on hello.
Chorus