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Third Week in the
by Kaukonen

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

Straining every nerve ending and sees
That what they read in the Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a of that reality

to me a face I didn't know at all
On an New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
When I looked into the mouth there was left inside
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened

So I walked into the little room and whistled a sigh
As dawn light around me my head was still in gear
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing and clear
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that smile
Maybe pull myself from that 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 success 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 feel whenever I'm not
now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I a rest
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the roadMy body's getting tired of carryin' load