So... about twelve years ago.... she sat next to me on the Bridge... and said, "Hello, mister." ... and it's the people you don't see coming that you expect the most.... when you least expect them. And that is how it was.... just walking through the art fair, taking a break, and there she was, again.
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
So, they have that stupid goddam art fair in the same stupid goddam park every goddam year... and the same goddam bridge is still goddam there.... and now ..
... I saw her there last year. We didn't talk, and when I looked around, she was gone
I still had her number. I had a couple of drinks.. I called. Didn't leave a message. She called me back.
"how's the husband?"....... "how's the kids?" .."How you doing".... "Fine.And you?" and that was that. But I always think of that bridge. And what it is like to have a ghost sit next to you and call you 'Mister'.
Now, my daughter and I go to the Art Fair and she picks out my Father's Day present. ... and goes back to her Mom's.
.... one year it rained so hard, they canceled the art fair. I went anyway. Stood under an oak tree and sipped whiskey from a half-pint. It is what it is, and it ain't no never mind.
Because 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
It gets to the point where you do not want diamonds anymore... cause you really believe there are none.... but if you try, see, you can get pretty good at polishing rust.