December eighth in nineteen-eighty
I was home on Avondale
Boys were playin' basketball
When the news came in.

And I heard my brother say, "Oh my God!"
I said, "What's the matter, Jesse?"
He said, "I don't wanna tell you this"
And he would not meet my eyes.

Please comfort me
And shelter me
I am weak with love
Comfort me
And shelter me
I am weak with love

The policeman laid him in the police car
He was shot and bleeding
Then he said, "Are you John Lennon?"
John couldn't speak but he nodded "yeah".

And I heard my brother say, "Oh my God!"
I said, "What's the matter, Jesse?"
He said, "I don't wanna tell you this"
So he took me for a drive.

Please comfort me
And shelter me
For I am weak with love
Comfort me
And shelter me
Well, I am weak with love

Love, love, love.

Composição: David Baerwald / David Kitay / Jim Keltner / Susanna Hoffs