There’s some old wine beneath a stop-sign,
And a memory where Gratiot divides,
There’s a crash that I feel and when the tires peel, it reminds me,
It reminds me,
Her tears were like Detroit diamonds glistening,
Detroit diamonds gathered at her feet,
And now I can’t even walk the street,
Without hearing Detroit diamonds shattering.
I can feel that darkness has got her, uh-huh,
Deep in its arms tonight,
And the moon looks most sweet as it flushes the cheeks of Midwest daughters.
She said if you’re gonna love you gotta wait awhile (wait awhile),
You gotta wait awhile (wait awhile) for fate,
Said if you’re gonna love you better walk the mile (walk the mile),
So I’ll wait awhile though it’s too late.
‘Cause what good’s a diamond mine if there’s no light in her?
And that diamond of mine there is no light in her,
But when she hurt,
Her tears were like Detroit diamonds glistening,
Detroit diamonds gathered at her feet,
And now I can’t even walk the street,
Without hearing Detroit diamonds sha-a-a,
Without hering Detroit diamonds, sha-a-a,
Detroit diamonds shattering.
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