I'll be damned  [bad word] 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 
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? 
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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] hotel 
Over Washington Square 
Our [bad word] 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 [bad word] back too clearly 
Yes I loved you dearly 
And if you're offering me diamonds [bad word] 
I've already paid