it's four in the morning
the end of december
i'm writing you now just to see if you're better
new york is 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 house deep in the desert
are you living for nothing now
hope you're keeping some kind of record
jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
the night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear
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
but she never turned up, i mean lili marlene
so you treated some woman to a flake of your life
and when she got home she was nobody's wife
i see you there with a rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well, i see jane's awake
she send her regards
what can i tell you
what can i tell you
what can i possibly say
i guess that i miss you
i guess i forgive you
i'm glad that you stood in my way
and if you ever come by here
be it for jane or for me
i want you to know your enemy is sleeping
i want you to know your woman is free
thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes
i thought it was there for good
so i never really tired
and jance came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
the night that you planned to go clear
