Author's Note: I wrote this for an ex-magician who always likened himself to a diamond. It's actually meant to be a an upbeat song.

I was going through some old memory boxes

Found something I thought I'd lost forever

A playing card you gave me the night we met

You may be many things to many people

But to me you'll always be my king of diamonds

Your handwriting's still on the back of a card

In dark blue permanent marker

And I can still remember when that sight was new

Back when you were mine

You may be many things to many people

But to me you'll always be my king of diamonds

I'd try to call but your number's been changed

I'd try to write but I'm sure you've moved

And when I tried to e-mail you it came up the address didn't exist

Remind me to thank your ex-boss for this

You may be many things to many people

But to me you'll always be my king of diamonds

You may no longer be mine

But you'll always be my king of diamonds