It's four in the morning The end of December 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 I hear that you're building you house deep in the desert Are you living for nothing now Hope you're keeping some king of record Jane came by with a lock of you hair She said that you gave into her The night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear The last time we saw you You looked so much older You famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station To meet every train But she never turned up, I mean Lili Marleine So you treated some women to a flake of you life And when she got home she was nobody's wife I see you there with a rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well, I see Jane's awake She send her regards What can I tell you What can I tell you What can I possibly say I guess that I miss you I guess I forgive you I'm glad that you stood in my way And if you ever come by here Be it for Jane or for me I want to know your enemy is sleeping I want to know your women is free Thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good So I never really tried And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her The night that you planned to go clear Sincerely A FRIEND