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
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane’s awake
She sends her regards
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear