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Third Week in the
by Jorma

Sometimes I feel 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 to make this image real
I hope that I will find them 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 nerve ending and everybody
That what they read in the Rolling has really come to be
And to avoid a taste of that reality

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

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

That often to haunt me in the morning
All my friends keep telling me it would be a shame
To break up such a grand success and tear a name
Emptiness ain't where it's at and feeling pain

Time is getting late now and the sun is 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 love I guess I need a rest
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the roadMy body's getting tired of carryin' another's