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 Serious as heart attacks It takes a little bit of getting used to The old man with the whiskey stains Lost the night forgot his name His poor wife will sleep alone again And 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 And sold her secrets to the sun And later in a magazine I finally figured what it means To be a saint, not a queen Two lustful lovers catch a spark 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 dreams on me No one's asking me to bleed I'm the man I want to be when 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 good-bye I leave my soul and just move on And wish that I was there to sing this song 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 It's midnight in Chelsea, yeah No one's pinned 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 Midnight in Chelsea © POLYGRAM INT. PUBL., INC; BON JOVI PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com