it s four in the morning the end of december i write 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 little house deep in the desert now you re living for nothing now 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 ah 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 you came home alone without lili marlene and you treated my woman to a little flake of your life and when she came home 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 brother my killer what can i possibly say i guess 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 your enemy is sleeping and a 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 ah 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 since you lay there i ll come