A Chelsea morning is hard to see Through yellow curtains light shines on me I took the blues down to the 23rd To follow Patti's soothing word Then silence broke somebody screamed They're murdering my dreams In a David Lynch movie scene The ones in room 425 A mess left from last night I guess they kept free love alive They're still running after money And they're still hungry for more flesh The limousines still cooling in the street That heart is throbbing still but it's skipping beats The man who stood at the front door Told me something about a tour As if I wanted to see more He told me, child come step inside I ain't no child and need no guide Hey, thanks sir, I replied I slid my dreams in Between Patti's words A scribbled note to self For what a song is worth When the wind began to fly I sighed a shy goodbye And walked into the night Then these words rang in my ears We are still here After all these years