<p> </p><p></p><p>Well , I'll be damned .Here comes your ghost again <br/>But that's not unusual <br/>It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call <br/>And here I sit, hand on the telephone <br/>Hearing a voice I'd known, a couple of light years ago <br/>Heading straight for a fall <br/><br/>As I remember your eyes <br/>were bluer than robin's eggs <br/>My poetry was lousy, you said <br/>"Where were you calling from?" <br/><br/>"A booth in the Midwest" <br/>Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks <br/>You brought me something <br/>We both know what memories can bring <br/>They bring diamond and rust <br/><br/>Well, you burst on the scene were already a legend <br/>The unwatched phenomenon, <br/>the original vagabond you strayed into my arms <br/>And there you stayed ,temporarily lost at sea <br/>The Madonna was yours for free <br/>Yes, the girl on the half shell <br/>Could keep you unharmed <br/><br/>Now I see you standing <br/>with brown leaves falling all around <br/>Snow in your hair <br/>Now you're smiling out the window <br/>of that crummy hotel over Washington Square <br/>Our breath comes out white cloud mingles <br/>and hangs in the air <br/>Speaking strictly for me <br/><br/>We both could've died then and there <br/><br/>Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic <br/>Then give me another word for it <br/>You who're so good with words <br/>and at keeping thing vague <br/>Cause I need some of that vagueness now <br/>It's all come back too clearly <br/>Yes , I loved you dearly <br/>And if you're offering me diamonds and rust <br/>I've already paid <br/></p>