Patti Smith (Room 1017) Lyrics

She was born in Chicago from an Irish tree

Patti always knew what she wanted to be

Dreamt to escape the Piss Factory's nine to five routine

She would become the poetess of New York's punk rock scene

At The Chelsea she stayed in Room ten seventeen

With Robert the photographer she was often seen

Just Kids growing in a World Gone Wrong

That she tried to write with words in songs

Her mother gave her Another Side which blew her mind

She'd get to know Bob well in the passage of time

She'd collect his prize as Hard Rain fell

Patti was so nervous we all could tell

Horses, horses running through the storm

Looking for shelter to stay safe and warm

Because the night belongs to you

We knew for sure you'd make it through

You'd make it through

You were inspired by Rimbaud and wrote for Rolling Stone

We all hoped you'd put more meat upon your bones

And Sam with his Cowboy Mouth just had to go

When he asked you to play a woman that looked like a crow

That looked like a crow

When you fell off that stage that you stood upon

Stipe and Ginsberg urged you to carry on

You toured with Bob like Queen and King

Sang for the Pope, you'd said Jesus didn't die for your sins

Peace and noise and injustice and war

Make sure your house is in order for sure

When you fight for a cause take hold of the hand

Of the native Indians on whose land you stand

Horses, horses running through the storm

Looking for shelter to stay safe and warm

Because the night belongs to you

We knew for sure you'd make it through

Horses, horses running through the storm

Looking for shelter to stay safe and warm

Because the night belongs to you

We knew for sure you'd make it through

We knew for sure you'd make it through

You'd make it through, you'd make it through