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Third in the Chelsea
by Kaukonen

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

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

Showed to me a face I know at all
On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the
When I looked the mouth there was nothing left 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 around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make person smile
Maybe myself away from that old lonesome mile

often comes to haunt me in the morning
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a
To break up a grand success and tear apart a name
Emptiness ain't it's at and neither's feeling pain

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