Famous Blue Raincoat

Una de mis canciones favoritas para los días de lluvia y nostalgia:




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
Aand 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
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