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Third in the Chelsea
by Kaukonen

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

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

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

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

That often comes to haunt me in the
All my friends keep telling me it would be a shame
To break up such a grand and tear 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 whenever I'm not playin'
now what 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 further down the roadMy body's getting tired of carryin' another's load