THIRD WEEK AT THE CHELSEA
(Jorma Kaukonen)


Jefferson Airplane - 1971





Sometimes I feel like I am leavin' 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 movin' trying to make this image real 
Strainin' every nerve not knowing what we really feel 
Strainin' every nerve end 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 
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 
Thinkin' thoughts of playing more, singing loud and clear 
Tryi'g 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 and neither's feelin' pain 

Well now, what is gonna happen now is anybody's guess 
Oh, 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 gettin' tired of carryin' another's load 
And sunshine's waitin' for me a little further down the road






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2014)