Am 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 Am 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 Bm Am I hear that you're building your little house Bm deep in the desert Am G You're living for nothing now, Am G I hope you're keeping some kind of record C G Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair Am She said that you gave it to her Bm G That night that you planned to go clear F Em Did you ever go clear? Am F Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Dm7 Em Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder Am F You'd been to the station to meet every train Dm7 Em And you came home without Lili Marlene Am Bm Am Bm And you treated my woman to a flake of your life Am G Am G And when she came back she was nobody's wife. C G Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth Am One more thin gypsy thief Bm G Well I see Jane's awake F Em She sends her regards. Am F And what can I tell you my brother, my killer Dm7 Em What can I possibly say? Am F I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you Dm7 Em I'm glad you stood in my way. Am Bm Am Bm If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Am G Am G Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. C G Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes Am Bm I thought it was there for good so I never tried. C G And Jane came by with a lock of your hair Am She said that you gave it to her Bm G That night that you planned to go clear F Em Sincerely, L. Cohen Am F Dm7 Em