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Third in the Chelsea
by Jorma

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

Straining every ending and everybody sees
what they read in the Rolling 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 a mirror in the hall
When I looked into the there was nothing left inside
were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide

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

That comes to haunt me in the morning
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

Time is late now and the sun is getting low
But all I know is what I 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 guess I a rest
And waiting for me a little further down the roadMy body's getting tired of carryin' another's load