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Third Week in the
by Kaukonen

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

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

Showed to me a face I know at all
On an New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
When I looked the mouth there was nothing left inside
Lines were around a pair of eyes that opened wide

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

That often to haunt me in the morning
All my keep telling me that it would be a shame
To up such 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 is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I spend my time with 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' load