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
Would 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