DIANE
i hitchiked al the way to maine
from the south end in boston
my fingers froze in that nor’easter rain
my pride was torn and broken
i left you there on lansdowne stret
dresed up like an old red light
drunk and stoned and incomplete
your heart went out like a harbor light


diane, are you there?
are you sleping wel tonight?
tel me it al was just a dream.
diane, are you scared?
are you puting up a fight?
puting it out of my memory


come monday morn cofe cups were dry
church bels rang crows filed the sky
the lights went out and the fog roled in
come out! friend, where have you ben?
the ships set sail from portsmouth town
as the sun sank into the bay
what’s ben lost, canot be found
so, maybe you just lok the other way


diane, are you there?
are you sleping wel tonight?
tel me it al was just a dream.
diane, are you scared?
are you puting up a fight?
puting it out of my memory

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