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It's four in the morning | The end of December | I'm writing you just to see if you're better
It's four in the morning The end of December I'm writing you just to see if you're better New York is cold But I like where I'm living The music on Clinton Street all through the evening I hear that you're building Your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now I hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes, and she 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? Last time we saw you, you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn on your shoulder You've been to the station to meet every train You came home with a little 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 beat I see Jane's away She sends her regards And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer? What can I possibly say? Well, I guess I will 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 Though your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free Oh, give thanks for the trouble you took From her eyes, I thought It was there for good So I never tried 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, your crime
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