Words & Music - David Crosby copyright 1977, Staysail Music, ASCAP.
Look at those dancers gliding around. Seems as is their feet Don't hardly touch the ground.
Look at them smiling Like they knew one another And they never would come down. Turn around, and hold me. I'd like to see your face alone. I'm hoping there's someone home.
I'd like to meet you, who do you see? Introduce yourself to whichever of me is nearby.
Close behind your eyes you're laughing at me, And I'm stuck with no instructions that I can see To steer by.
Stick around, it's tricky ground. I'd like to see your face alone. I'm hoping there's someone home.
Two or three people fading in and out, Like a radio station that I'm thinking about But I can't hear.
Who gets breakfast? Who gets the lunch? Who gets to be the boss of this bunch? Who will steer?
Turning, turning, to see your face alone. I'm hoping there's someone home.
Dream, do you dream, Dreaming, do you?
In my dreams I can see I can. I can see a love that could be.
Crosby, Stills, Nash - Vocals David Crosby - Acoustic Guitar Stephen Stills - Acoustic Guitar Russ Kunkel - Drums Joe Vitale - Vibes
Compositor: David CrosbyPublicado em 2006 e lançado em 2010 (29/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #11139416 em 10/Abr/2024