[E]Sometimes [A]I feel like I am [A]leaving life be[E]hind
My [E]hands are [B]moving [C#m]faster than the [A]movement of my [E]mind
[E]Thoughts and gene[A]rations of my [A]dreams are yet un[E]born
I [E]hope that [B]I will [C#m]find them 'fore my [A]moving gets too [C#m]worn
If [C#m]only I could [A]live to see the [B]dawning of the [E]dawn[E][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#m]All my friends keep telling me that [B]it would be a shame
To [A]break up such a grand success and [B]tear apart a [E]name[G#m]
But [C#m]all I know is what I feel whe[B]never I'm not playin'
[A]Emptiness ain't where it's at and [E]neither's feeling [B]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 [C#m]sunshine's waiting [A]for me a little [B]further down the [E]road[E][A][E][A][E][A][E][A]
Outro: E B C#m A B E
My [E]hands are [B]moving [C#m]faster than the [A]movement of my [E]mind
[E]Thoughts and gene[A]rations of my [A]dreams are yet un[E]born
I [E]hope that [B]I will [C#m]find them 'fore my [A]moving gets too [C#m]worn
If [C#m]only I could [A]live to see the [B]dawning of the [E]dawn[E][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#m]All my friends keep telling me that [B]it would be a shame
To [A]break up such a grand success and [B]tear apart a [E]name[G#m]
But [C#m]all I know is what I feel whe[B]never I'm not playin'
[A]Emptiness ain't where it's at and [E]neither's feeling [B]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 [C#m]sunshine's waiting [A]for me a little [B]further down the [E]road[E][A][E][A][E][A][E][A]
Outro: E B C#m A B E
