Famous Blue Raincoat

That night that you planned to go clear
I'm glad you stood in my way

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
What can I possibly say?
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
She said that you gave it to her
Deep in the desert
That night that you planned to go clear
I hear that you're building your little house
Well, your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free
I thought it was there for good, so I never tried
New York is cold but I like where I'm living
She said that you gave it to her
Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening
Did you ever go clear?
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And you came home without Lili Marlene

One more thin gypsy thief

You're living for nothing now
Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
You'd been to the station to meet every train
If you ever come by here for Jane or for me
Yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes

Well, I see Jane's awake, she sends her regards