Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind.
My hands are moving faster than the moving of my mind.
Thoughts and generations of my dreams are yet unborn
I hope that I will find them, 'fore my movin' gets to worn.
If only I could live to see, the dawning of the dawn.

(This was one of the first songs I learned to play on guitar)
Third Week in the Chelsea- Jefferson Airplane's Bark album.
Peace. Rustic