Composer：Stephen Stills
Helplessly Hoping,
Her Harlequin Helpers Nearby.
Awaiting A Word,
Gasping In Glimpses
Of Gentle True Spirit. He Runs.
Wishing He Could Fly,
Only To Drift Back The Sounds 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 Hear Hello?
They Are One In Person,
They Are Two Alone,
They Are Three Together,
They Are Four For Each Other.
Stand By The Stairway, You 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 In Person,
They Are Two Alone,
They are Three Together,
They Are Four For Each Other.