Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing 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 You're living for nothing now, I 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 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 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 nobody's wife Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Yes, I see Jane's awake So what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess I forgive you, I guess that I miss you And I'm 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 guess it was there for good, I guess I never tried 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