Famous Blue Raincoat Lyrics - Cohen Leonard

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 

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, 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 

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 that 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 

Well, 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 

Sincerely, L Cohen