it s four in the morning the end of december and 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 and i hear that you re building your little house deep in the desert you re living for nothing i 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 the last time i 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 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 a rose in your teeth one more thin gypsy thief yes i see jane s awake and what can i tell you my brother my killer what can i possibly say i guess i forgive you i guess that i miss you and i m glad you stood in my way if you ever come by here for jane or for me your enemy is sleeping and this woman is free yes and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes yes it was there for good guess that 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