| 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 happened to call | |
| and here i sit | |
| hand 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| could keep you unharmed | |
| now i see you standing | |
| with brown leaves falling around | |
| and snow in your hair | |
| now you're smiling out the window | |
| of that crummy hotel | |
| over washington square | |
| our breath comes out white clouds | |
| 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 for it | |
| you who are so good with words | |
| and at keeping things vague | |
| because 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 |
| 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 happened to call | |
| and here i sit | |
| hand 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 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 | |
| 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 halfshell | |
| could keep you unharmed | |
| now i see you standing | |
| with brown leaves falling around | |
| and snow in your hair | |
| now you' re smiling out the window | |
| of that crummy hotel | |
| over washington square | |
| our breath comes out white clouds | |
| 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 for it | |
| you who are so good with words | |
| and at keeping things vague | |
| because 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 |
| 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 happened to call | |
| and here i sit | |
| hand 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 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 | |
| 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 halfshell | |
| could keep you unharmed | |
| now i see you standing | |
| with brown leaves falling around | |
| and snow in your hair | |
| now you' re smiling out the window | |
| of that crummy hotel | |
| over washington square | |
| our breath comes out white clouds | |
| 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 for it | |
| you who are so good with words | |
| and at keeping things vague | |
| because 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 |
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