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.