Put your troubles behind you and go on to bed - Ryan Adams

Forever only takes its toll on some

These things inside me, they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty things behind my eyes
And when I can't look at you
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old
I'm gonna miss you all the time.

And I'm tired of living here in this hotel,
Snow and the rain falling through the sheets.
In fact, I'm tired of 23rd Street.
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night.