Music

Song Lyric

Avenues ran through Chelsea
Streets just stood in line
To exit the grid
They cherry tree did
I cannot tell a lie

Chelsea didn't tell me a lie

Washington crossed the Hudson
To let the East River lie
A river it ain't
That seawater strait
Flows backwards half the time

Chelsea wouldn't give me the time

Lancaster held the Amish
Seattle held the mist
But they don't speak Dutch in Deutchland
And I don't want to sleep with the fish

Chelsea didn't throw me a line
Chelsea, auf Wiedersehen