The kids 'round here look just like sticks They trade old licks with a beat up six I just smile and catch the groove Gothic girls all dress in black (They're) serious as heart attacks It takes a little bit of getting used to
The old man with the whiskey stains Lost the night and forgot his name And his poor wife will sleep alone again It ain't hard to understand Why she's holding on to her own hand
It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior They're too busy saving me
I've seen a lone, sloane ranger drive seems her chauffeur took a dive I guess the pay just ain't that good And later in a magazine I finally figured what it means To be a saint, not a queen
Two lustful lovers catch a spark And chase their shadows in the dark Someone's getting off tonight Of a big red bus that's packed so tight It disappears in a trail of light Somewhere someone's dreaming baby it's all right...
It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior They're too busy saving me Midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's pinned there dreams on me No one's asking me to bleed I'm the man I want to be (The man I want to be, the man I want to be) With Chelsea girls sing...
It's morning when I go to sleep In the distant dawn a church bell rings Another day is coming on A baby's born, an old man dies Somewhere young lovers kiss goodbye I leave my soul and just move on... and wish that I was there to sing this song