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    'Cause I need some of that vagueness now    It's all come back too clearly    Yes, I once loved you dearly    And if you're offering me diamonds and rust    I've already paid