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Third Week in the
by Kaukonen

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

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

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

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

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

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