It s four in the morningthe end of December
I m writing you now just to see if you re better
New York is coldbut 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 nowI hope you re keeping some kind of record.

Yesand 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?

Ahthe last time we 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
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And 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 the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane s awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brothermy killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss youI guess I forgive you
I m glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by herefor Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleepingand his woman is free.

Yesand thanksfor the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

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 --

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