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,
hanging 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 were you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest?
Twenty years ago I bought you some cuff links
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamond and rust
Now I see you standing with brown leaves
falling all around and snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window of
that crummy hotel over Washington Square
Our breath comes out and white clouds mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly from me We both could have died then and there
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
Cause 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