It's four in the morning, the end of December a F
I'm writing You now just to see if You're better d e
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living a F
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening d E
I heard that you're building Your little house deep in the desert a h a h
You're living for nothing now a G
I hope you're keeping some kind of recalls a G E

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of Your hair C G
She said that You gave it to her a
That night that you planned to go clear h G
Did You ever go clear? F E

On the 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
You came home without Lili Marlene
You treaded my women to a flake of your live
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well; I see you there with a 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 brother, my killer
What can I possibly say
I guess that I miss 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
Well; Your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free

Yes, and thanks for 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
Sincerely L. Cohen.