Dan Bern - Chelsea Hotel lyrics

I still smell tobacco on my fingers My breath reeks of pot and wine and s** My eyes open up like they haven't in years So I won't miss whatever happens next You call me a thief; all right, I'm a thief Grab your summons, come and ring my bell I'll be making love with my baby In the Chelsea Hotel I told you to meet me at eight o'clock I said I'll be drinking at the bar I drove between Newark and LaGuardia Trying to return a rented car We keep missing connections today But tomorrow would be just as well I gotta go make love with my baby In the Chelsea Hotel I've 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 you're happy and whatever you're doing I hope you're doing well And please don't try to contact me At the Chelsea Hotel I was starting to think The world was going to end when the calendar turns But now you're 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 you've ever had I put out a casting call And you cast a spell And we're practicing for the millennium Making love at the Chelsea Hotel So who knows what tomorrow brings But I know where I'll be waking up Let's just listen to our breath tonight And the breeze through the window that you opened up Can you feel our hearts beating Which one's yours? Which one's mine? You can't tell Just another day of making love At the Chelsea Hotel Spent all day making love At the Chelsea Hotel