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Third in the Chelsea
by Kaukonen

Sometimes I feel i am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the of my mind
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet
So we go on trying to make this image real
I hope that I will find them my moving gets too worn
every 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

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

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

often comes to haunt me in the morning
All my friends keep me that it would be a shame
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a
Emptiness where it's at and neither's feeling pain

Time is getting now and the sun is getting low
But all I know is I feel whenever I'm not playin'
Well now what is going to now is anybody's guess
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 getting tired of carryin' another's