| Am7 | C | G | D |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Helplessly hoping her | harlequin hovers near- | by, awaiting a | word. |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Gasping at glimpses of | gentle true spirit he | runs wishing he could | fly |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| only to | trip at the | sound of good- | bye... |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Wordlessly watching he | waits by the window and | wonders at the empty place in | side |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Heartlessly helping him | self to her bad dreams he | worries did he hear a good | bye |
| Am | C | G | C/G | |
| or | even... | hel- | lo? |
| G | |
| They are | one person, they are two a-lone, they are three to-gether, |
| G | G7 | C | G | |
| they are | for... | each | other |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Stand by the starway you’ll | see something certain to | tell you confusion has its | cost. |
| Am | C | G | D |
| Love isn’t lying it’s | loose in a lady who | lingers, saying she is | lost |
| Am | C | G | C/G | |
| and | choking | ... on hel | lo. |