Diamond for a Dime

On a corner by the station a man is talking right out loud
Trying to make a pitch, trying to pull a crowd
People hurry past him, they will not give him time
He’s holding out a diamond and the price is just one dime
He isn’t selling Jesus, he isn’t selling coke
Board-boys are muttering, «Is this some kinda joke?»
All these travellers, all this passing time
He’s holding out the diamond and the price is just one dime
Well, he’s a crook or he’s crazy
So the story goes
But the diamond is real
And only one man knows
And if I say I love you
Do you want to buy a diamond for a dime?
And if I say I love you
Do you want to buy a diamond for a dime?
Night falls on the station and on your heart’s desire
The diamond in the darkness, a messenger of fire
Don’t throw that stone away, you better understand
It’s my whole life you’re holding in the palm of your hand
Love might be a miner digging in the dark
Love might be a hustler hunting for a mark
Love might be a singer looking for a rhyme
Love might be priceless but the price is still one dime