It's four in the morning
the end of December
I'm writing you now
to see if you're better
New York was cold
but I like where I'm living
there's music on Clinton Street
all through the evening
I hear that you're building
your little house
deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping
some kind of record
Yes and
Jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?
The last time I saw you
you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat
was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station
to meet every train
you came home alone
without Lili Marlene
You treated my woman
to a flake of your life
and when she came back
she was nobody's wife
well I see you
there with a rose in your teeth
just one more thin gypsy thief
I see Jane's awake now
she sends her regards
what can I tell you
my brother my killer
what can I possibly say
I guess that Imiss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here
for Jane or for me
your enemy is sleeping now
and his woman is free
thanks for the trouble you took
from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
so I never tried
Jame came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
on the night that you planned to go clear
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