by Stephen Stills



I was lost in a voyage at sea

I was waiting for you and me

To remember just how it was

So that we can sing together

When will you realize

I got one of your stronger

And I know we can work it

I know we can work it work it out

together

But look hiding behind the walls

Closing doorways to the hall

Nothing ventured nothing gained

What's your game

Just take a look at that blackened tree

It is not for the cause of me

But a stranger was passed there long

And he stepped right in-between us

Picture of empty places

Eyes of reflecting faces

Now your fast emptiness

Now you can see what the fear does

You go hiding behind walls

We can tear away the wall

Change the shutters from the hall

Never voices as that are called

Then you're singing that is all

And the reason for the game

Becomes clearly quite a statement

That's what you get for playing your game



©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

All Rights Reserved.  Used By Permission.



Drums:  Joe Vitale

Bass:  George (Chocolate) Perry

Guitar:  Stephen Stills, George Terry

Piano:  Kenny Kirkland

Vocals:  Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, Andy Gibb, John Sambatero

Horns & Strings:  Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills

Percussion:  Joe Lala