Third Week in the Chelsea
作词 : Jorma Kaukonen
作曲 : 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 now 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 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
Third Week in the ChelseaLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Jorma Kaukonen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jorma Kaukonen
[00:49.474]Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
[00:54.124]My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind
[01:00.278]Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
[01:05.001]I hope that I will find them 'fore my moving gets too worn
[01:13.043]If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn
[01:28.240]So we go on moving trying to make this image real
[01:32.967]Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel
[01:39.307]Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees
[01:43.833]That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
[01:52.005]And trying to avoid a taste of that reality
[02:06.908]On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall
[02:11.773]Showed to me a face I didn't know at all
[02:17.873]Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide
[02:22.705]When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside
[02:30.845]So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh
[02:45.683]As dawn light closed around me now my head was still in gear
[02:50.148]Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
[02:56.199]Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile
[03:01.339]Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile
[03:09.267]That often comes to haunt me in the morning
[03:24.059]All my friends keep telling me it would be a shame
[03:28.854]To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name
[03:34.018]But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
[03:38.532]Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain
[03:44.587]Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess
[03:49.316]If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest
[03:55.366]Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low
[04:00.155]My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load
[04:08.147]And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road
