Laura

The dull parade, domestic scenne

She makes a meal of toast and beans today

The soaps play on her t.v. screen

A mundane way to wash her dreams away

And so she looks ahead another year

Terrified to see that she's still here

Laura lives the straight life

She plays the good wife at home

But Laura thinks there's more to this life

Wants to make a dream of her own

She holds her book on Paul Gauguin

And sees herself paint distant lands someday

She wonders how the day would look

If this dreay vail was torn away

If one night he should stumble through the door

To find she doesn't live here anymore

Laura lives the straight life

She plays the good wife at home

But Laura thinks there's more to this life

Wants to make a dream of her own

In some warm exotic place

She'll dance naked to the waist

Paint reclining dark skinned men

Seduce them now and then

Oh, Laura

One lonely, yellow, autumn leaf

Clings to a barren tree today

She racks the dishes up to driy

And through the window sees it fly away

Then she smiles to know that she'll be going soon

But today her only trip's the laundry room

Laura lives the straight life

She plays the good wife at home

But Laura thinks there's more to this life

Wants to make a dream of her own

Oh Laura thinks there's more to this life

Wants to make a dream of her own