Laura Laurent
Laura are you still living thereOn your estate of sorrow?You used to leave it occasionallyBut now you don't even botherTo ride the commuter trainWest to Chicago,To stroll through the greeneryIn the park past the statues
How their eyes seemed to follow youLike a hated addictionTheir beauty carved out of absolutes you could never claimOr even envision
Laura you were the saddest songIn the shape of a womanYeah I thought you were beautifulBut I wept with your movementsBut I hope that you're laughing nowFrom that place on the carpetWhere we shared a sleeping bagIn your sister's apartment
Oh how she would worry soYou know I was just a strangerBut she asked me to care for youYes she didAnd I went and betrayed her
But do you know we're in high demandLaura, us, people who sufferBecause we don't take to arguingAnd we're quick to surrender
Well I think I would call tonightIf I still had your numberYour thoughts have always laid close to mineWe were both skipping supperBut you should never be embarrassed byYour trouble with livingCause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura,Who have done the most singing