Dear Leonard Cohen, I am holding your letter
I do hope that you are still feeling better
It's spring way out here and I'm trying to play along
So thank you for sending your "Famous Raincoat" song
Did Jane get that job? Did she march to the square?
I hope you're both happy, I mean it, I swear
Heard you let her back in, that was hard, I am sure
It's amazing how much love the body can endure
And you're really doing New York
Got your Holy Book and your pen
Guess we're all going clear
Over and over again
Does she still sing "Hallelujah" by your porcelain sink?
But she's got that box in the basement and it's starting to stink
'Cause she's still in the world, she's still gotta cry
Leonard, it's not that easy to spiritually die
And I wonder if she could hunger
With a mouth full of men?
Guess we're all going clear
Over and over again
Clear, clear
Clear, clear
So I burned up your Famous Blue Raincoat, I knew what you'd do
You'd beg for it back when you weren't feeling blue
And you'd crawl to the bar and you'd cry out "Hasham"
Well, I don't believe in him either
But I miss him, I really miss him, Len
And I'm coming back to New York
I'm not sure exactly when
And I'll be going clear
Over and over again
Clear, clear
Clear, clear
Sincerely, our Cohen