Well, I
'll be damned
Here comes your gh
ost again
But that's not un
usual
It's just that the m
oon is full
And you happened to c
all.
Here I sit
Hand on the te
lephone
Hearing a voice
I'd known
A couple of light y
ears ago
Heading straight for a f
all.
As
I remember your eyes
Were bluer than
robin's eggs.
My poetry was l
ousy, you said.
Where are you
calling from ?
A booth in the Midw
est.
Ten years ago
I bought you some c
uff links.
You brought me s
omething.
We both know what memor
ies can bring
They bring diamonds and r
ust.
Well,
you burst on the scene
Already a
legend.
The unwashed phe
nomenon
The original
vagabond
You strayed into my a
rms.
And there you stayed
Temporarily l
ost at sea.
The Madonna was yours f
or free.
Yes, the girl on the half-sh
ell
Would keep you unh
armed.
Now I
see you standing
With brown leaves falling
All around
And snow in your h
air.
Now you're
smiling
Out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington S
quare.
Our br
eath comes out
White clouds
Mingles, and hangs in the a
ir.
Speaking s
trictly for me
We both could have died then and th
ere.
Now you're telling me you're not nos
talgic
Then give me another w
ord for it
You who are so g
ood with words
And at keeping things v
ague.
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too c
learly.
Yes, I loves you dear
ly
And if you're offering me
Diam
onds and rust
I've already
paid.
