Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you
happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a
voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry
was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed
phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there
you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed
Now I see
you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over
Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in
the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another
word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
