How long it's gonna be, babe
Before I get over you, doll?
I bet it's gonna be awhile now, kid
What with you living right up the hall
And I'm tired of living here in this hotel
Snow and the rain falling through the sheets
In fact, I'm tired of 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights out there in the
Chelsea nights

Maybe you just didn't read me right
The lights went you,
And you just didn't understand
I played your song, I got the melody all wrong
Wound your shit up like a ball of rubber bands
And I'm tired of living in this hotel
Fire and blood all into the streets
In fact, I'm tired of 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights

I feel like getting rid of all my things
Maybe just disappear into the fog
The traffic roars, my stomach screams
Like a gang of angry dogs
And I'm tired of living in this hotel
TV and dirty magazines
And I'm just trying to get some sleep
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea nights

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): RYAN ADAMS