In My Dreams - Crosby, Stills & Nash

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