Bubijeva pesmarica

Well eI'll be damned,
here comes your Cghost again,
but that's not unGusual.
Its just that the mDoon is full
and you happened to ceall.
And ehere I sit,
hand on the Ctelephone,
I'm hearing a Gvoice I'd known
a couple of Dlight years ago,
heading straight for a efall.

As I remember,
your eyes were bluer than robins' eggs.
My poetry was lousy you said.
Where are you calling from?
A booth in mid-west.
Ten years ago I bought you some cuff-links,
you bought me something,
we both know what memories can bring.
They bring diamonds and rust.

You eburst on the scene
already a Clegend,
the unwashed Gphenomenon,
the original Dvagabond.
You strayed into my earms.
And ethere you stayed,
temporarily Clost at sea.
The madonna was Gyours for free,
the girl on Dthe half-shell
could keep you eunharmed.

Now hI see you standing with
brown leaves falling all around
and snow in your haair.
Now hyou're smiling out
of the window of that crummy hotel
over Washington asquare.
Our bCreath comes out of white clouds
mingles and hangs in the Gair.
Speaking F_maj7strictly for me
we both could have died then and Gthere.H₇​

Now eyour telling me
your not Cnostalgic,
then give me another word Gfor it,
you who are so good Dwith words
and keeping things evague.
'Cos I need esome of that vagueness now,
its all come back Ctoo clearly.
Yes I loved Gyou dearly
and if you're Doffering diamonds and rust.
I've already epaid.