Well I've been sittin' on this couch
Feeling kinda bored and uninspired
Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul
And feeling like a liar
And I've been thinking about you, Laura
Thinking about the songs that you sing
And how you sang with such conviction
I almost forgot they weren't for me
And I know you're from another planet
And you're crazy as a loon
But it's too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But I'll feel a little less alone
Sittin' in my room
Writing songs about you
'Bout you
'Bout you
Writing songs about you
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Well I've been lying in this bed
Trying once again to find a muse
But if we're only gonna die
Or worse get middle aged
Then what's the use?
Still I remember what you said
How it'd be when you were dead and gone
And you are and here I am
Living proof that someone's world had carried on
And I know you're from another planet
And you're crazy as a loon
But it's too cold down here on Earth
To go up on the roof
But I'll feel a little less alone
Lying in my room
Writing songs about you
'Bout you
'Bout you
Writing songs about you
'Bout you
About you
About you
About you
Writing songs about you