Am7 F Dm7 Em7
Am7 F
It's four in the morning, the end of December
Dm7 Em
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
Am7 F
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
Dm7 Em
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
Am Bm7 Am7 Bm7
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
Am7 G Am7 G
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
C G
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Am7
She said that you gave it to her
Bm7 G
That night that you planned to go clear
F Em7
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
And 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 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 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
