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.
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