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