In My Dreams - David Crosby

Look at those dancers gliding around

Seems if 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 here 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?

Dream

Do you dream

Dreaming

Do you?

In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love

That could be In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love

That could be Ba, ba, da, da … ah, ah …

In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love

That could be In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love

That could be In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love

That could be In my dreams

I can see, I can

I can see a love