Chelsea Nights
Ryan Adams


        How long's it gonna be, babe
	Before I get over you, doll
	You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid
	What with you living right up the hall
	
	
	
	And I'm tired of living in this hotel
	TV and dirty magazines
	And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street
	Strung out like some Christmas lights
	Out there in the Chelsea night
	
	
	
	Maybe you just didn't read me right
	The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair
	I played your song but I couldn't get the melody right
	Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands
	
	
	
	And I'm tired of living in this hotel
	Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets
	And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street
	Strung out like some Christmas lights
	Out there in the Chelsea night
	
	
	
	I fell like getting rid of all my things
	Maybe just disappear into the fall
	The traffic roars and my stomach screams
	Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall
	
	
	
	And I'm tired of living here in this hotel
	Following a rainbow into town
	And I'm just trying to get a little sleep
	Strung out like some Christmas lights
	Out there in the Chelsea night