Well I'll be damned nHere comes your ghost again nBut that's not unusual nIt's just that the moon is full nAnd you happened to call nAnd here I sit nHand on the telephone nHearing a voice I'd known nA couple of light years ago nHeading straight for a fall nnAs I remember your eyes nWere bluer than robin's eggs nMy poetry was lousy you said nWhere are you calling from? nA booth in the midwest nTen years ago nI bought you some cufflinks nYou brought me something nWe both know what memories can bring nThey bring diamonds and rust nnWell you burst on the scene nAlready a legend nThe unwashed phenomenon nThe original vagabond nYou strayed into my arms nAnd there you stayed nTemporarily lost at sea nThe Madonna was yours for free nYes the girl on the half-shell nWould keep you unharmed nnNow I see you standing nWith brown leaves falling around nAnd snow in your hair nNow you're smiling out the window nOf that crummy hotel nOver Washington Square nOur breath comes out white clouds nMingles and hangs in the air nSpeaking strictly for me nWe both could have died then and there nnNow you're telling me nYou're not nostalgic nThen give me another word for it nYou who are so good with words nAnd at keeping things vague nBecause I need some of that vagueness now nIt's all come back too clearly nYes I loved you dearly nAnd if you're offering me diamonds and rust nI've already paid nn