Lyrics:

Its Four In The Morning
the End Of December
im Writing You Now
to See If Youre Better
new York Was Cold
but I Like Where Im Living
theres Music On Clinton Street
all Through The Evening

i Hear That Youre Building
your Little House
deep In The Desert
youre Living For Nothing Now
i Hope Youre 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

the Last Time I Saw You
you Looked So Much Older
your Famous Blue Raincoat
was Torn At The Shoulder
youd Been To The Station
to Meet Every Train
you Came Home Alone
without Lili Marlene

you Treated My Woman
to A Flake Of Your Life
and When She Came Back
she Was Nobodys Wife

well I See You
there With A Rose In Your Teeth
just One More Thin Gypsy Thief
i See Janes Awake Now
she Sends Her Regards

what Can I Tell You
my Brother My Killer
what Can I Possibly Say
i Guess That Imiss You
i Guess I Forgive You
im Glad You Stood In My Way

if You Ever Come By Here
for Jane Or For Me
your Enemy Is Sleeping Now
and His Woman Is Free

thanks For The Trouble You Took
from Her Eyes
i Thought It Was There For Good
so I Never Tried

jame Came By With A Lock Of Your Hair
she Said That You Gave It To Her
on The Night That You Planned To Go Clear

sincerely, L Cohen