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Laura are you still living there |
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On your estate of sorrow? |
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You used to leave it occasionally |
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But now you don't even bother |
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To ride the commuter train |
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West to Chicago, |
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To stroll through the greenery |
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In the park past the statues |
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How their eyes seemed to follow you |
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Like a hated addiction |
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Their beauty carved out of absolutes you could never claim |
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Or even envision |
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Laura you were the saddest song |
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In the shape of a woman |
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Yeah I thought you were beautiful |
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But I wept with your movements |
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But I hope that you're laughing now |
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From that place on the carpet |
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Where we shared a sleeping bag |
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In your sister's apartment |
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Oh how she would worry so |
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You know I was just a stranger |
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But she asked me to care for you |
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Yes she did |
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And I went and betrayed her |
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But do you know we're in high demand |
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Laura, us, people who suffer |
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Because we don't take to arguing |
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And we're quick to surrender |
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Well I think I would call tonight |
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If I still had your number |
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Your thoughts have always laid close to mine |
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We were both skipping supper |
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But you should never be embarrassed by |
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Your trouble with living |
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Cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, |
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Who have done the most singing |
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La la la la la la. la la la lah... |
