蓝雨衣歌词
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 house deep in the desert
are you living for nothing now
hope you re keeping some kind of record
jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
the night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear
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
but she never turned up. i mean lili mariene
so you treated some woman to a flake of your life
and when she got home she was nobody s wife
i see you there with a rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well, i see jane s a