I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me your love on the unmade bed,
while the traffic waits in the street.


To love you was the reason and that was the start,
we were running from ghosts of the past,
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those who are left and lucky to find it...
Ah but you got sick , didn't you babe,
you ventured away to heal and get better, to appreciate being loved,
you've been gone for awhile, my heart always aches,,
I need you, I want you..makes me smile
Thoughts of your beauty, how grand to have found you....
I need you around for a long while


I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was my legend..........
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who know the value of loving and trust
you braced yourself and said, "Well never mind,
you may not be pretty but we have the music, the love
and we will never forget to dance...............



Cheers
Don