I went down to Chelsea Walk. Where the sun doesn't shine at all. And I went looking for something for me. But I came back with nothing at all Except an old man who could not see. But he said that
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard. Was a song outside my window and the traffic wrote the words. It came ringing up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes
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
