3rd WEEK IN THE CHELSEA
J. Kaukonen

Some times i fell like i'm leaving life behind
my hands are moving faster than the moving of my mind
thought and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
and i hope that i can find them 'fore my moving gets too worn
if only i can live to see the dawning of the dawn

So we go on moving trying to make this image real
straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
straining every nerve and making everybody see
that what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
and trying to avoid a taste of that reality

On an early New-York morning a mirror in the hall
showed to me a face i didn't know at all
lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide
and when i looked inside them i found nothing left inside
so i walked into a little room that whistle like a sigh

As dawnlight closed around me know my mind was still in gear
thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile
and maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile
that often come to haunt me in the morning

all my friend keep telling me that it would be a shame
to break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
but all i know is what i feel whenever i'm not playing
and emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain

Well what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
if i can spend my time with love i guess i need a rest
time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
my body's feeling tired from carrying another's load
and sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road.