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 happen to call And here I sit, and on the telephone Hearing a voice I know A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall And 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 Forty years ago I bought you some cufflinks And you brought me something And we both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust guitar solo 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 all around, snow in your hair Now we're smiling out the window That crummy hotel over Washington Square A breath comes out, white clouds Mingles, hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there guitar solo Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Well give me another word for it You were so good with words And at keeping things vague I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly I once loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid guitar solo applause