Famous Blue Raincoat

<br>It`s four in the morning, the end of December<br>I`m writing you now just to see if you`re better<br>New York is cold, but I like where I`m living<br>There`s music on Clinton Street all through the evening.<br><br>I hear that you`re building your little house deep in the desert<br>You`re living for nothing now, I hope you`re keeping some kind of record.<br><br>Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair<br>She said that you gave it to her<br>That night that you planned to go clear<br>Did you ever go clear?<br><br>Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older<br>Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder<br>You`d been to the station to meet every train<br>And you came home without Lili Marlene<br><br>And you treated my woman to a flake of your life<br>And when she came back she was nobody`s wife.<br><br>Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth<br>One more thin gypsy thief<br>Well I see Jane`s awake --<br><br>She sends her regards.<br><br>And what can I tell you my brother, my killer<br>What can I possibly say?<br>I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you<br>I`m glad you stood in my way.<br><br>If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me<br>Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.<br><br>Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes<br>I thought it was there for good so I never tried.<br><br>And Jane came by with a lock of your hair<br>She said that you gave it to her<br>That night that you planned to go clear --<br><br>Sincerely, L. Cohen