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

    Marco Giunco
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