Diane - Mike Doughty

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