Blue - Frank Van Bogaert

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
tell me you're building your house deep in the desert
are you living for nothing now hope you're
keeping some kind of record
yes jane came by with a lock of your hair
said you gave it to her
that night when you planned to go clear oh
did you ever go clear
well the last time we saw you you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
stood in the station and met every train
but she never showed up i'm lili marlene
and you treated some woman to a flake of your life
when she came back she was nobody's wife
yes i see you there with a rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well i see jane's awake
she sends her regards
and what can i tell you oh 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 you to know your enemy's sleeping
i want you to know your woman is free
thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes
i thought it was there for good so we never really tried oh
and jane came by with a lock of your hair
said you gave it to her
that night when you planned to go clear