Famous Blue Raincoat / Anthem (Live)

It's twelve in the morning in early 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 heard that you're building your little house out 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 her hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear?

Oh, 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 Jane's awake

She sends her regards

Now, 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 that you stood in my way

And if you ever come back

For Jane or for me

Well, your enemy's sleeping

And your woman is free

Well, and thanks for the trouble

You took from her eyes

I thought it was there for good

So I never tried

And Jane came back 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

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack, a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

That's how the light gets in

That's how the light gets in