I first saw you in 1963
On a ten inch square of black and white TV
I was nine years old and full of wonder
I can't explain the spell you put me under
Then somewhere in the throes of yesterday
I read the news that you'd been blown away
You were all the muse I ever wanted
So many spaces that you've haunted
I know you'd say, love is all we need
But he was caught in the rye while he watched you bleed
Now I'm riding in a Lincoln like a star
Dreaming of your black and white guitar
It's 4am the neon signs are pretty
Do killers ever sleep in New York City?
'Cos I still don't understand
Help me if you can
I feel your presence, playing sevenths
I want to hold your hand
When I join the band
And when I call your name
You'll know it's not the fame
I feel your presence, playing sevenths
And now here comes the rain
And so much pain
But I don't mind the rain
Your burning flame
First saw you in 1963
On a ten inch square of black and white TV
