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 aint hard to understand
Why she's holding on to her own hand

It's midnight in chelsea, midnight in chelsea
No ones asking me for favors
No ones looking for a savoir
They're too busy saving me

J. bon jovi, dave stewart