Bon Jovi - Midnight In Chelsea

The kids 'round here look just like sticks

They trade old licks with a beat up six

I just smile and catch the groove

Gothic girls all dress in black

Serious as heart attacks

It takes a little bit of getting used to

The old man with the whiskey stains

Lost the night and forgot his name

And his poor wife will sleep alone again

It ain't hard to understand

Why she's holding on to her own 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 took a dive

I guess the pay just ain't that good

And later in a magazine I finally figured what it means

To be a saint, not a queen

Two lustful lovers catch a spark

And chase their shadows in the dark

Someone's getting off tonight

Of a big red bus that's packed so tight

It disappears in a trail of light