Third Week In The Chelsea-Jorma Kaukonen

Third Week In The Chelsea (Live) - Jorma Kaukonen Well sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster than The movement of my mind Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn I hope that I will find them Before my moving gets too worn If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn 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 the mouth there was nothing left inside So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh So we go on moving trying to make this image real Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees That what they read in the Rolling Stone has Really come to be We’re trying to avoid a taste of that reality All my friends 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 Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain Well now what is going to 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 carrying another's load And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road