Down Saint Paul there is a gaping hole Where once my Diana used to be But summer's faded into autumn Gone with all her golden opportunities I was sipping on a soda once with my uncle George He said he'd take me if I was a good boy That was long ago, a door forever closed Still in my mind I see Diana Sweets And the sweet, sweet summers I've known Sweet summers now long gone When everything seems to be wrong Diana From Western Hill, cut to my windowsill In some hotel near Krefield, Germany Am I doomed to wander every back road Of my mind for all eternity? Why do I keep on knocking when there's nobody home? And calling where no one can pick up the phone? For sentimental reasons I keep on believing In some faded dream of Diana Sweets And the sweet, sweet summers I've known Sweet summers now long gone Diana, where have you gone? Diana Why do we keep on knocking when there's nobody home? And calling where no one can pick up the phone? For sentimental reasons I'll keep on believing In some faded dream of Diana Sweets And the sweet, sweet summers I've known Sweet summers now long gone When everything seems to be wrong Diana, Diana, Diana