Hotel 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