Diane

Down and without grace Well, I searched you out in every face On the crowded crooked blue streets I don't know how you put the ache in me And I confess I think it's natural I slept in Memphis and woke up in Nashville tonight Love you still, love you Diane Every destination's waiting, Diane Every destination's waiting Be beautiful, you got to give it up Don't stress no more Don't struggle and speculate Don't push against your own weight And I confess I think it's just fine I'm driving south of the waffle house line And I made you mine, mine, mine, made you Diane Every destination's waiting, Diane Every destination's waiting, Diane Every destination's waiting, Diane Every destination's waiting Every destination's waiting