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Third Week in the
by Jorma

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

every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really to be
And trying to a taste of that 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 mouth there was left inside
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes opened wide

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

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

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