Laura, are you still livin´ there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don´t even bother To ride the commuter train West to Chicago
To stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues My eyes seemed to follow you, like a hated addiction The beauty carved out of absolutes, you could never claim or even envision Laura, you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman Yea, I thought you were beautiful but I wept with your movements But I hope that you´re laughin´ now from that place on the carpet Where we shared a sleepin´ bag in your sister´s apartment Oh, how she would worry so, you know I was just a stranger But she asked me to care for you, yes she did and I went and betrayed her
Do you know we´re in high demand? Laura us, people who suffer Because we don´t take to arguing and we´re quick to surrender I think I would call tonight, if I still had your number Your thoughts have always laid close to mine, we were both skippin´ supper But you should never be embarrassed by, your trouble with livin´ ´Cause it´s the ones with the sorest throats, Laura Who have done the most singing, everybody La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la ...