Lyrics

New York City on top of the world
I'm gonna go and find my pearl
Get close to people and the place that knows
All about greatness and the juice that flows

I've been to school, can't use what they're teaching me
Walked the streets, but that's no good to me

I want to go to the Chelsea Hotel
Soak up all the color from the paint that's spilled
Stick my tongue in the empty inkwells
I want to go to the Chelsea Hotel

I don't care if I can't get a room
I'll use the back door I assume
Walk the halls one ear to the wall
I won't leave until I've learned it all

I've been to school...

I'm no painter no poet and no fool
Just a guy who is trying to be cool
I want to hear all the stories she can tell
I want to go to the Chelsea...

I want to go to the Chelsea Hotel
Soak up all the color from the paint that's spilled
Stick my tongue in the empty inkwells
I want to go to the Chelsea Hotel