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Third Week in the Chelsea - Jefferson Airplane
Written by：Jorma Kaukonen
Sometimes I feel like
I am leaving life behind

My hands are moving faster

Than the movement of my mind

Thoughts and generations
Of my dreams are yet unborn

I hope that I will find them
'Fore my moving gets too worn

If only I could live to see

The dawning of the dawn

So we go on moving trying
To make this image real

Straining every nerve not knowing
What we really feel

Straining every nerve ending
And everybody sees

That what they read
In the Rolling Stone has really
Come to be

And trying to avoid a taste
Of that reality

On an early New York mornin'

A mirror in the hall

Showed to me a face

I didn't know at all

Lines were drawn around
A pair of eyes that opened wide

When I looked into the mouth
There was nothing left inside

So I walked into the little room

And whistled like a sigh

As dawn light closed around me
My head was still in gear

Thinking thoughts of playing more
And singing loud and clear

Trying to reach a friend somewhere
And make that person smile

Maybe pull myself away from
That old lonesome mile

That often comes to haunt me
In the morning

All my friends keep telling me
That it would be a shame

To break up such a grand success
And tear apart a name

But all I know is
What I feel whenever I'm not playin'

Emptiness ain't where it's at
And neither's feeling pain
Well now what is going to happen
Now is anybody's guess

If I can't spend my time with love
I guess I need a rest

Time is getting late now
And the sun is getting low

My body's getting tired

Of carryin' another's load

And sunshine's waiting for me
A little further down the road