Mark Kozelek - Famous Blue Raincoat lyrics

It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now 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? Aw, 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 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 that Jane's still awake She sends her regards Mark [?] on piano everybody, Mark [?] Oh, what can I tell you, my brother, my k**er? What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way And If you ever come by here for Jane or for me Well your enemy is sleeping And his woman is now 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 Rest in peace, Leonard Cohen. Thank you, San Francisco