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
Tell me you′re building your house deep in the desert
Are you living on nothing now?
Hope you′re keeping some kind of record, yes
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Said you gave it to her
One night when you planned to go clear, oh
Did you ever go clear?
Well the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You stood in the station and you met every train
But she never showed 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, yes
I see you there with a rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane′s awake, oh
She sends her regards
Well 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, yes
And thanks for the trouble you took
Underlines I thought it was there
So you never really tried, oh
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Said you gave it to her
One night when you planned to go clear, oh
Sincerely, a friend
Writer(s): Leonard Cohen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
