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Well Iâve been sitting on this couch
Feeling kinda bored and uninspired
Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul
And feeling like a liar
Iâve been thinking about you, Laura
And thinking about the songs that you sing
And how you sang with such conviction
I almost forgot they werenât for me
And I know youâre from another planet
And youâre crazy as a loon
But itâs too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But Iâll feel a little less alone
When Iâm sitting in my room
Writing songs about you
Well Iâve been lying in this bed
Trying once again to find my muse
But if weâre only gonna die
Or worse get middle aged
Then whatâs the use?
Still I remember what you said
How itâd be when you were dead and gone
And you are and here I am
Living proof that someoneâs world had carried on
And I know youâre from another planet
And youâre crazy as a loon
But itâs too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But Iâll feel a little less alone
When Iâm sitting in my room
Writing songs about you