Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning, the end of December

I write you now just to see if you're better

New York is cold but I like where I'm living

There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening



I hear that you're building

Your little house deep in the desert

Now you're living for nothing now

Hope you're 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

You'd been to the station to meet every train

But you came home alone without Lili Marlene



And you treated my woman to a little flake of your life

And when she came home she was nobody's wife



Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth

One more thin gypsy 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 I miss you, I guess I forgive you

I'm glad you stood in my way



If you ever come by here for Jane or for me

Your enemy is sleeping and a 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



Ah, 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



Since you lay there, I'll come