Crosby, Stills & Nash - Helplessly Hoping

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 four 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 four each other