Laura - Louise Taylor
Laura sails along the freeway
not caring where she's headed to
stopping at roadside diners
steering through all-nighters
leaving the world she knew behind
my Laura
The world was made for Laura
to taste, to touch, to love
the mountains reach out for her
the valleys and the plains adorn her
the rivers run to her in vain
my Laura
Laura calls me now and then
to tell me where she's been
from a phone booth
on a lamp lit street
her voice calls home so sweet
my Laura