I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again but that's not unusual it's just that the moon is full and you happened to call
And here I sit, hand on the telephone hearing the voice I'd known a couple of light years ago headed straight for a fall
As 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 Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring they bring Diamonds and Rust
Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me we both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic then 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 yes, I loved you dearly and if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid