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



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