Well I've been sitting on this couch Feeling kinda bored and uninspired Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul And feeling like a liar I've been thinking about you, Laura And 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 When I'm sitting in my room Writing songs about you Well I've been lying in this bed Trying once again to find my 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 When I'm sitting in my room Writing songs about you