Third Week In The Chelsea-Hot Tuna

Third Week In The Chelsea (Live) - Hot Tuna Well sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster Than the moving of my mind Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn I hope that I can find them before my moving gets too worn If only I can live to see the dawning of the dawn So we go on living trying to make this image real Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel Strainign every nerve and making everybody see What they read in Rolling Stone has really come to be And trying to avoid the tast 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 When I looked into them I felt nothing left inside So I walked into a little room that whistled like a sigh As dawn's light closed around me you know my head was still in gear Thinking thoughts of playing more Singing loud and clear Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile That often comes to haunt me in the morning All my friends keep telling me it would be a shame To break up such a grand success tear apart a name But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playing Emptiness ain't where it's at neither's feeling pain Well now what is gonna happen now is anybody's guess If I can't 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 getting tired of bearing another's load And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road