here look just like sticks
They trade old licks with a beat of six
I just smile and catch the groove
Got the girls all dressed in black
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 hair
No one's asking me for favors
No one's looking for a savior
I sing a lonesome rain to dry,
seems a chauffeur took a dive,
he sold his secrets to the sun.
I finally figured what it means,
to be a saint, not a queen.
Two lustful lovers catch a spark
Someone's getting off tonight
A big red bus that's packed so tight
Disappears in a trail of light
Somewhere someone's dreaming,
It's alright, it's midnight in Chelsea
No one's askin' me for favors
No one's lookin' for a savior
They're too busy savin' me
No one's tendin' dreams on me
No one's askin' me to flee
Sha -la -la -la, sha -la -la -la
Sha -la -la -la, sha -la -la -oo -oo
Sha -la -la -la, sha -la -la -la
Sha -la -la -la, sha -la -la -oo -oo
It's morning, well I'll go to sleep
The distant dawn of church
Baby's born and old man dies
The way young lovers kiss goodbye
I'll leave my soul and just move on
Wish that I was there to sing
Sha -la -la -la, Sha -la -la -la
Sha -la -la -la, Midnight in Chelsea
No one's asking me for favors
No one's looking for a savior
They're too busy saving me
No one's pinned the trees on me
No one's asking me to bleed