Oh the last time we saw you you looked so much older, Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder. You'd been to a station to meet every train, You came home without Lily Marlene, And you treated my woman to a flake of your life. When she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with a rose in your teeth, One more thin gipsy's thief. Well I see Jane's 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, I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come back here, for Jane or for me, Well your ennemy's 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... 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. Sincerely, L. Cohen