Well I'll be damnedHere comes your ghost againBut
that's not unusualIt's just that the moon is fullAnd
you happened to callAnd here I sitHand on the telephoneHearing a
voice I'd knownA couple of light years agoHeading straight
for a fallAs I remember your eyesWere bluer than robin's
eggsMy poetry was lousy you saidWhere are you calling from?A
booth in the midwestTen years agoI bought you some cufflinksYou
brought me somethingWe both know what memories can bringThey
bring diamonds and rustWell you burst on the sceneAlready a
legendThe unwashed phenomenonThe original vagabondYou strayed
into my armsAnd there you stayedTemporarily lost at seaThe
Madonna was yours for freeYes the girl on the half-shellWould
keep you unharmedNow I see you standingWith brown leaves falling
aroundAnd snow in your hairNow you're smiling out the
windowOf that crummy hotelOver Washington SquareOur breath comes
out white cloudsMingles and hangs in the airSpeaking strictly for
meWe both could have died then and thereNow you're telling
meYou're not nostalgicThen give me another word for itYou
who are so good with wordsAnd at keeping things vagueBecause I
need some of that vagueness nowIt's all come back too
clearlyYes I loved you dearlyAnd if you're offering me
diamonds and rustI've already paid