Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert

And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

It's four in the morning, the end of December

I'm glad you stood in my way.

New York is cold, but I like where I'm living

There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older

One more thin gypsy thief

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth

You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

She said that you gave it to her

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

What can I possibly say?

Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Sincerely, L. Cohen

Well I see Jane's awake

She sends her regards.

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

That night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear?

You'd been to the station to meet every train

And you came home without Lili Marlene