Texty: Stephen Stills. 50/50.

Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide

I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty spaces
Wandering the halls
Bouncing off the walls

Too high to hear the song
Or recall the deeper meaning
There is but to seek redress
From is wretched loneliness
With

Love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, that's 50/50
With both of us this time

I can hear my love
And she wouldn't try to change me
She knows that I will try to be
The best of me that I can be

And that is change enough
I could lose myself tryin' to please her
And after all was said and done
She might not like what I'd become

So listen to your love
If you let it, it will tell you
You got to try again, again
Find your lover, confidant and

Friend, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, love, love, love
That's 50/50, with both of us this time

Listen to your love
It will sing to you tomorrow
Every day's new melody
Needs a different harmony

So, listen to the song
And the part that never changes
The rhythm and the symmetry
Of love's collected poetry

Listen close enough
Hear the whispers of forever
What we have ourselves become
One and one is still one

Love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, love, love, love
That's 50/50, with both of us this time

Love love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love love love love
That's 50/50, with both of us this time