Chelsea Hotel

I still smell tobacco on my fingers
My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex
My eyes open up like they havenít in years
So I donít miss whatever happens next
You call me a thief, all right Iím a thief
Grab your summons, come and ring my bell
Iíll be making love with my baby in the Chelsea hotel

I told you to meet me at eight oíclock
I said Iíll be drinking at the bar
I drove between Newark and LaGuardia
Trying to return a rented car
Weíve been missing connections today
But tomorrow would be just as well
I gotta go make love with my baby at the Chelsea hotel

Iíve been walking all around your neighborhood
My former love
You seem as far away and as sad to me
As those rain clouds above
I hope youíre happy, and whatever you're doing
I hope youíre doing well
And please donít try to contact me at the Chelsea hotel

I was starting to think
The world was going to end when the calendar turned
But now youíre here I see the future baby
And they can let the calendar burn

New love is beautiful, but new love is sad
New love brings back all the old loves
That youíve ever had
I put out a casting call, and you cast a spell
And weíre practicing for the millennium at the Chelsea hotel

So who knows what tomorrow brings
But I know where Iíll be waking up
Letís just listen to our breath tonight
And the breeze through the window that you opened up
Can you feel our hearts beating
Which oneís yours, which oneís mine, you canít tell
Itís just another day of making love at the Chelsea hotel
I spent all day making love at the Chelsea hotel