text: In the town that never sleeps
  Lullabies of traffic beeps
  Soaring silver skyline by the peers
  Theres a place I know well
  Just south of kitchens hell
  The blaring sirens seem to disappear
  So look out on these cobblestones
  Just one more time
  Watching all the passers by
  Their purses and their ties
  One more look around this place
  Before you have to go 
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  To Chelsea Streets
  Local kids wearing black
  Standing at the subway track
  The tourists wearing every other shade
  Staring out towards the shore
  No one listens anymore
  The melody
  The stunning river paints
  So look out on these cobblestones
  Just one more time
  Watching all the passers by
  Their purses and their ties
  One more look around this place
  Before you have to go 
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  To Chelsea Streets
  Where the men hold hands in the silent night
  And the grass is greener than the traffic lights
  And the rain makes empty streets
  And where the city hides to drift asleep
  Where the men hold hands in the silent night
  And the grass is greener than the traffic lights
  And the rain makes empty streets
  And where the city hides to drift asleep
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  Ill be waiting if you come on home
  To Chelsea Streets
  In the town that never sleeps
  Lullabies of traffic beeps
  Soaring silver skyline by the peers