Comin' Back to Me
by Jefferson Airplane

(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,
Coming back to me.

One begins to read between,
The pages of a look.
The shape of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
And through the rain upon the trees that kisses on the run,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming 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.

A 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,
Coming back to me.

Strolling the hills,
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,
Coming 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,
Coming back to me.
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Lyrics submitted by Ken.