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 flamesAnd Chelsea burns

Chelsea burns under my feetTwenty-third was empty

I heard somebody yell

A straight-laced passerbys

Pulled over the hotelAnd Chelsea burns

Chelsea burns under my feetWhether we were lost or overwhelmed

Nobody knows that Im better off

Making up lies to be left aloneAnd Chelsea burns

Chelsea burns under my feetI was running out of trouble

You were running out of fame

Im streets ahead of happiness

Still wondering who to blameChelsea burns

Chelsea burns under my feet