Текст песни Third Week In The Chelsea

Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster
Than the moving of my mind
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
I hope that I can find them before my moving gets too worn
If only I can live to see the dawning of the dawn.

So we go on living trying to make this image real
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
Strainign every nerve and making everybody see
What they read in Rolling Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid the tast of that reality.

On an early New York morning 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 them I felt nothing left inside.
So I walked into a little room that whistled like a sigh.

As dawn's light closed around me you know my head was still in gear Hot Tuna - Third Week In The Chelsea - http://ru.motolyrics.com/hot-tuna/third-week-in-the-chelsea-lyrics.html
Thinking thoughts of playing more
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 it would be a shame
To break up such a grand success, tear apart a name.
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playing
Emptiness ain't where it's at, neither's feeling pain.

Well now what is gonna 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 bearing another's load
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road.

(Jorma Kaukonen)
(Originally on Jefferson Airplane's "Bark")