Baby Song

Its four in the morning, the end of December
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New York is 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?
Ah, the last time we 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
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 nobodys wife
Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Janes 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
Im 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