Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
Now that the moon is full
And you called on the phone
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fallI remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy, you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the northwest
Ten years ago
I gave you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memory can bring
It brings diamonds and rustYou burst on the scene
Already a legend
The original phenomenon
The unwashed phenomenon
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
The girl on the half-shell
Would keep you from harmNow I see you standing
With brown leaves falling
And snow in the air
Now you're standing 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