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 Now I see you standing with brown leaves Falling all 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 were 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 loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid