Famous Blue Raincoat

Its four in the morning, the end of December

Im writing you now just to see if youre better

New York is cold, but I like where Im living

Theres music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert

Youre living for nothing now,

I hope youre keeping some kind of record.

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

Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

Youd been to the station to meet every train

And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came back she was nobodys wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth

One more thin gypsy thief

Well I see Janes 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

Im glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me

Your enemy is 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.

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 --