Letras:Mike Doughty. Sad Man Happy Man. 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