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