♪ 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, hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I know, a couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes were bluer than provinces My poetry was lousy, you say Where were you calling from? A booth in the Midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cupcakes You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust ♪ You burst on a 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 could keep you unharmed Now I see you standing with brown leaves Falling all around and snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window That crummy hotel over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds And 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 first 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 Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid ♪ applause