Chelsea Hotel Lyrics - Songs From The Road - Leonard Cohen

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel 

You were talking so brave and so free 

Giving me head on the unmade bed 

While the limousines wait in the street 

And those were the reasons and that was New York 

I was running for the money and the flesh 

That was called love for the workers in song 

It still is for those of us left. 

But you got away, didn't you, baby? 

You just threw it all to the crowd 

You got away, they can't pay you now 

For making your sweet little song 

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, 

In the winter of 67 

My friends of that year they were all trying to go queer 

And me I was just getting even 

And those were the reasons and that was New York 

I was running for the money and the flesh 

That was called love for the workers in song 

It still is for those of us left 

But you got away, didn't you, baby? 

You just threw it all to the crowd 

You got away, they can't pay you now 

For making your sweet little song