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Third in the Chelsea
by Kaukonen

Sometimes I feel i am leaving life behind
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 find them 'fore my moving gets too worn
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really
If I could live to see the dawning of the dawn

Straining every nerve and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has come to be
And trying to avoid a 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 the mouth there was nothing left inside
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes opened wide

So I walked into the little and whistled like a sigh
As dawn closed around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and loud and clear
Trying to reach a somewhere and make that person smile
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 and tear apart a name
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling

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