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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations 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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting
Every destinations waiting
Mike Doughty - Diane Lyrics
Mike Doughty - Diane Lyrics
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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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations 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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting
Every destinations waiting
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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations 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 destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting
Every destinations waiting
Writer: Michael Doughty
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management