I still smell tobacco on my fingers
My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex
My eyes open up like they haven’t in years
So I don’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’ve been missing connections today
But tomorrow would be just as well
I gotta go make love with my baby at 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 turned
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 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
It’s just another day of making love at the Chelsea hotel
I spent all day making love at the Chelsea hotel

(lyrics: Dan Bern)