Laura are you still living 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      how their eyes seemed to follow you   like a hated addiction   their beauty carved out of absolutes you could never claim   or even envision      Laura you were the saddest song   in the shape of a woman   yeah I thought you were beautiful   but I wept with your movements   but I hope that you're laughing now   from that place on the carpet   where we shared a sleeping 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      but 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      well I think I would call tonight   if I still had your number   your thoughts have always laid close to mine   we were both skipping supper   but you should never be embarrassed by   your trouble with living   cause it's the ones with the sorest throats, Laura,   who have done the most singing      La la la la la la. la la la lah...