Famous Blue Raincoat
Leonard Cohen - Songs of Love and Hate [1971]

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 Lilly 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,
While 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

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