Famous Blue Raincoat

Well, it's four in the morning, the end of December

I'm writing you now 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

And how you're living for nothing

I'll be keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She says that you gave it to her

The night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear?

For the last time I saw you, you looked so much older

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

You'd been to the station, too late every train

Then you came home without the Lima-Link

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came home, she was nobody's wife

And I see you there with a rose in your teeth

One more thin gypsy thief

Well, I see Jane's awake

She sends her regards

So 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 that you stood in my way

And 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

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She says that you gave it to her

The night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, a friend