Texty: Crosby, Still, Nash & Young. 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 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?

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


Standin' 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'

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