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Third in the Chelsea
by Jorma

Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life
My hands are moving faster than the of my mind
Thoughts and of my dreams are yet unborn
So we go on moving to make this image real
I hope that I will them 'fore my moving gets too worn
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really
If only I could live to see the of the dawn

every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of that

Showed to me a face I didn't at all
On an New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
When I looked into the mouth there was nothing inside
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes opened wide

So I into the little room and whistled like a sigh
As dawn light closed around me my head was in gear
Thinking thoughts of more and singing loud and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that smile
Maybe pull away from that old lonesome mile

That comes to haunt me in the morning
All my friends keep me that it would be a shame
To break up such a grand and tear apart a name
Emptiness ain't where it's at and feeling pain

Time is late now and the sun is getting low
But all I know is what I feel I'm not playin'
Well now what is to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my with love I guess I need a rest
And waiting for me a little further down the roadMy body's getting tired of carryin' another's load