Текст песни jefferson airplane - Third Week in the Chelsea
jefferson airplane - Third Week in the Chelsea слова песни
Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behindMy hands are moving faster than the movement of my mindThoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unbornI hope that I will find them `fore my moving gets too wornIf only I could live to see the dawning of the dawnSo we go on moving trying to make this image realStraining every nerve not knowing what we really feelStraining every nerve ending and everybody seesThat what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to beAnd trying to avoid a taste of that realityOn an early New York mornin` a mirror in the hallShowed to me a face I didn`t know at allLines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wideWhen I looked into the mouth there was nothing left insideSo I walked into the little room and whistled like a sighAs dawn light closed around me my head was still in gearThinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clearTrying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smileMaybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mileThat often comes to haunt me in the morningAll my friends keep telling me that it would be a shameTo break up such a grand success and tear apart a nameBut all I know is what I feel whenever I`m not playin`Emptiness ain`t where it`s at and neither`s feeling painWell now what is going to happen now is anybody`s guessIf I can`t spend my time with love I guess I need a restTime is getting late now and the sun is getting lowMy body`s getting tired of carryin` another`s loadAnd sunshine`s waiting for me a little further down the road