I need to get away...

I never go to New York City these days... There's something 'bout the buildings in Chelsea that kills me...

Maybe in a month or two; maybe when things are different for me...maybe when things are different for you...

All of this shit - just sticks in my head

Is anything different these days?
(The light in her eyes goes out)
I never had light in my eyes anyways...
Maybe things are different these days.

Its good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while - the things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed.

Something 'bout the buildings just kills me...
Something about the buildings in Chelsea that just kills me.

Is anything different these days?
(The light in her eyes goes out)
I never had light in my eyes anyways...
Maybe things are different these days

I dream I'm in New York City some nights...
...and angels float down from all the buildings
Something 'bout an angel just kills me
I keep hoping something will...I keep hoping...

Is anything different these days?
(The light in her eyes goes out)
I never had light in my eyes anyways...
Maybe things are... maybe, maybe, maybe...
Maybe things are different, maybe things are different...
Maybe things are...

Light goes out.

I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different......these days.

...Chelsea, by Counting Crows