![]() ![]() I thought it was there for good so I never triedĪnd Jane came by with a lock of your hair Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you ![]() Well I see you there with the rose in your teethĪnd what can I tell you my brother, my killer You'd been to the station to meet every train, andĪnd you treated my woman to a flake of your lifeĪnd when she came back she was nobody's wife Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hairĪh, the last time we saw you you looked so much older You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening New York is cold, but I like where I'm living I'm writing you now just to see if you're better It's four in the morning, the end of December ![]()
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