{Marty Balin} 

The summer had inhaled 
And held its breath too long. 
The winter looked the same, 
As if it had never gone, 
And through an open window, 
Where no curtain hung, 
I saw you, I saw you,  [bad word] back to me. 

One begins to read between 
The pages of a look. 
The sound of sleepy music, 
And suddenly, you're hooked. 
I saw you, I saw you,  [bad word] back to me. 

You came to stay and live my way, 
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind. 
You always say that you won't go away, 
But I know what it always has been, 
It always has been. 

transparent dream 
Beneath an occasional sigh 
Most of the time, 
I just let it go by. 
Now I wish it hadn't begun. 
I saw you, I saw you,  [bad word] back to me. 

Strolling the hill, 
Overlooking the shore, 
I realize I've been here before. 
The shadow in the mist 
Could have been anyone-- 
I saw you, I saw you,  [bad word] back to me. 

Small things like reasons 
Are put in a jar. 
Whatever happened to wishes, 
Wished on a star? 
Was it just something 
That I made up for fun? 
I saw you, I saw you,  [bad word] back to me.