"Third Week In The Chelsea" lyrics

Sometimes I feel like I am leavin' life behind
My hands are movin' faster than the movin' of my mind
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
I hope that I will find them 'fore my movin' gets too worn
If only I can live to see the dawning of the dawn

So we go on movin', tryin' to make this image real
Strainin' every nerve, not knowing what we really feel
Strainin' every nerve and makin' everybody see
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
And tryin' 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
And when I looked into them I found nothin' left inside
So I walked into a little room that whistled like a sigh

As dawn light closed around me know my head was still in gear
Thinkin' thoughts of playin' more, singin' loud and clear
Tryin' 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 mornin'

All my friends keep tellin' 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, neither's feelin' 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 gettin' late now and the sun is getting low
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
And sunshine's waitin' for me a little further down the road