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ESometimes AI feel like I am Aleaving life beEhind My Ehands are Bmoving C#mfaster than the Amovement of my Emind EThoughts and geneArations of my Adreams are yet unEborn I Ehope that BI will C#mfind them 'fore my Amoving gets too C#mworn If C#monly I could Alive to see the Bdawning of the EdawnE A E A E A E A
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 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
C#mAll my friends keep telling me that Bit would be a shame To Abreak up such a grand success and Btear apart a EnameG#m But C#mall I know is what I feel wheBnever I'm not playin' AEmptiness ain't where it's at and Eneither's feeling Bpain
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 C#msunshine's waiting Afor me a little Bfurther down the EroadE A E A E A E A Outro: E B C#m A B E