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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