Chelsea Burns

I was running out of trouble You were running out of fame Streets smelled like the desert As they were putting out the flames And Chelsea burns Chelsea burns under my feet Twenty third was empty I heard somebody yell A straight laced passerbys Pulled over the hotel And Chelsea burns Chelsea burns under my feet Whether we were lost or overwhelmed Nobody knows that Im better off Making up lies to be left alone And Chelsea burns Chelsea burns under my feet I was running out of trouble You were running out of fame Im streets ahead of happiness Still wondering who to blame Chelsea burns Chelsea burns under my feet