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Third Week in the
by Jorma

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

Straining every ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of reality

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

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

That often comes to haunt me in the
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 where it's at and neither's pain

is getting late now and the sun is getting 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 can't spend my time love I guess I need a rest
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the body's getting tired of carryin' another's load