| E | A | A | E | |
| Sometimes | I feel like I am | leaving life be | hind |
| E | B | C#m | A | E | |
| My | hands are | moving | faster than the | movement of my | mind |
| E | A | A | E | |
| Thoughts and gene | rations of my | dreams are yet un | born |
| E | B | C#m | A | C#m | |
| I | hope that | I will | find them 'fore my | moving gets too | worn |
| C#m | A | B | E | E | A | E | A | E | A | E | A | |
| 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 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 | B | |
| All my friends keep telling me that | it would be a shame |
| A | B | E | G#m | |
| To | break up such a grand success and | tear apart a | name |
| C#m | B | |
| But | all I know is what I feel whe | never I'm not playin' |
| A | E | B | |
| 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 |
| C#m | A | B | E | E | A | E | A | E | A | E | A | |
| And | sunshine's waiting | for me a little | further down the | road |
| Outro: E B C#m A B E |