Stephen Stills
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 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
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other