Third Week In The Chelsea - Hot Tuna
Well sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
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 can live to see the dawning of the dawn
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 I found nothing left inside
So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh
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
What they read in the
Rolling Stone has really come to be
Well trying to avoid a taste of that reality
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
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 what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
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
Body's felling tired of carryin' another's load
Well sunshine on the morning
You're feeding on the moon
