The Storm
The wind was howling and it was raining hard
My car had stalled on an old country road
Finding an old house in the darkness, I knocked
Asked to use her phone to have my car towed
She said It’s bad out there, my name is Laura
Please wait a second while I get the light
I live alone in this old house
I’d feel better if you spent the night
Later she came to my room
After dreams had filled my head
That longing in her deep green eyes
She crawled into my bed
She loved me like no other woman
There was a wild streak in her cries
And I found myself lost to this world
As I entered Paradise
The next day the storm was over
I left for town to get my car
It wasn’t quite finished yet
So I took a walk to the local bar
I asked the bartender if he knew Laura
If she ever came in to town
Did he know anything about her
Did he ever see her around
He said he only knew
Of the stories that others told
How her husband died in the Yukon
Prospecting for gold
How she cried when she got the news
That he was never coming back again
So she hung herself in that old house
In the year of 1910.
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