I opened the paper, there was your picture   Gone, gone, gone by your own hand   I couldn't believe it, the paper was shakin'   Gone, gone, gone by your own hand      I know I'm gonna spend the rest of my lifetime wondering why   You found yourself so badly hurt you had to die      I opened the paper, there was your picture   Gone, gone, gone by your own hand   The phone started ringing, had I heard about it?    I shook every time I heard it ring   What was my reaction? I put the phone down   That was the only news that was fit to sing      They ask about dylan, about macdougal street and third   Question piled on question and each question more absurd      I opened the paper, there was your picture   Gone, gone, gone by your own hand      **   Oh, I remember "there but for fortune",   There but for fortune you and I would go   Fortune turned it's back on you,   Or so it must have seemed to you,   Christ alone knows what was the final blow      The last time I saw you, the last time I saw you,   Bleeker street outside the other end   I told you I'd see you, I got distracted   I never saw your face again      I heard that you were feeling stronger every day   I heard that you were well with good things on their way      Then I opened the paper, there was your picture   Gone, gone, gone by your own hand.      (repeat from **)