Third Week In The Chelsea

D           G              Em   
Sometimes I feel like I am 
        D
leaving life behind
D            A      G           
My hands are movin' faster than 
    Em             D
the movement of my mind
D            G                 
Thoughts and generations of my 
Em                          D
dreams of my dreams are yet unborn
D         A     G                
Hope that I can find them 'fore 
  Em              Bm
my movin' gets too worn
D       A       G               
If only I could live to see the 
Em      G      D
dawning of the dawn
D G    (4x)
Repeat throughout song

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
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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 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

Em                  Bm           
All my friends keep telling me 
   A             D
that it would be a shame
   D               Em             
To break up such a grand success 
   Bm           D
and tear apart a name
Em                Bm       
But all I know is what I feel 
   A                D
whenever I'm not playin'
Em              Bm               
Emptiness ain't where it's at and
                   A
 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

(outro) D G (4x)   D A G Em G D