Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning
The end of December
I'm writing you just to see if you're better
New York is cold
But I like where I'm living
The 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 she 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?
Last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn on your shoulder
You've been to the station to meet every train
You came home with a little 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 beat
I see Jane's away
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer?
What can I possibly say?
Well, I guess I will 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
Though your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Oh, give thanks for the trouble you took
From her eyes, I thought
It was there for good
So I never tried
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, your crime