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Third in the Chelsea
by Jorma

Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet
So we go on moving trying to make this image
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 to avoid a taste of that reality

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

So I walked into the little and whistled like a sigh
As dawn light around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing and singing loud and clear
Trying to a friend somewhere and make that person smile
pull myself away 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 success and tear apart a
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's 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 going to happen now is anybody's
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 roadMy body's tired of carryin' another's load