Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
I hear that you're building your little house
I thought it was there for good, so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Well, I see Jane's awake, she sends her regards
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
You're living for nothing now
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening
I'm glad you stood in my way
She said that you gave it to her
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
You'd been to the station to meet every train
What can I possibly say?
And you came home without Lili Marlene
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
If you ever come by here for Jane or for me
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Deep in the desert
New York is cold but I like where I'm living
That night that you planned to go clear
Yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes
Well, your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
One more thin gypsy thief
And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer
Did you ever go clear?
