famous_blue_raincoat Joana. 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 Lili 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 Well, 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 010120 ... * this song..... makes me cry every time i listen to it and i still don't know why. 011003 ... LateForTheSky2 i know why love lost but still so tasted. the feel of your fingers still in my hair years after swearing by all that i have to hate you and still smiling when i see you-in-me i have moved on you are not here it is how it should be (and i miss you) 040313 ... LateForTheSky i know why love lost but still so tasted. the feel of your fingers still in my hair years after swearing by all that i have to hate you and still smiling when i see you-in-me i have moved on you are not here it is how it should be (and i miss you) 040313 what's it to you? who go blather from