Song Lyrics
well i see jane s awake
and when she came back
the end of december
it s four in the morning
What can i possibly say, for jane or for me, that night that you planned to go clear
It s four in the morning, you took from her eyes, you re living for nothing now
i thought it was there for good
Did you ever go clear, to a flake of your life, there s music on clinton street all through the evening
To a flake of your life, and when she came back Leonard, new york is cold
and you treated my woman
So i never tried, that night that you planned to go clear Cohen, for jane or for me
and jane came by with a lock of your hair
i guess that i miss you
I guess i forgive you, and his woman is free
and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she sends her regard
there s music on clinton street all through the evening
You d been to the station to meet every train, the end of december
i m writing you now just to see if you re better
you re living for nothing now
You took from her eyes, so i never tried
and jane came by with a lock of your hair
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder, that night that you planned to go clear
what can i possibly say
That night that you planned to go clear, one more thin gypsy thief Leonard, your little house deep in the desert
And jane came by with a lock of your hair, that night that you planned to go clear
i hope you re keeping some kind of record
your little house deep in the desert
and thanks for the trouble
And you treated my woman, there s music on clinton street all through the evening
i hope you re keeping some kind of record
for jane or for me
You re living for nothing now, that night that you planned to go clear, i hear that you re building
I hope you re keeping some kind of record, she was nobody s wife, did you ever go clear
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder, and thanks for the trouble Cohen, that night that you planned to go clear
if you ever come by here
but i like where i m living
And when she came back, i hope you re keeping some kind of record
I hope you re keeping some kind of record, you took from her eyes, i m writing you now just to see if you re better
I guess i forgive you, the end of december
i see you there with the rose in your teeth