Laura [Lawrence Gowan]

Laura
Written by Lawrence Gowan, Eddie Schwartz
Lead Vocals by Lawrence Gowan

The dull parade, domestic scene
She makes a meal of toast and beans today
The soaps play on her TV screen
A mundane way to wash her dreams away
And so she looks ahead another year
Terrified to see that she's still here

Laura lives the straight life
She plays the good wife at home
But Laura thinks there's more to this life
Wants to make a dream of her own

She holds her book on Paul Goaguin
And sees herself paint distant lands someday
She wonders how the day would look
If this dreary veil was torn away
If one night he should stumble through the door
To find she doesn't live here anymore

Laura lives the straight life
She plays the good wife at home
But Laura thinks there's more to this life
Wants to make a dream of her own

In some warm exotic place
She'll dance naked to the waist
Paint reclining dark skinned men
Seduce them now and then
Oh, Laura

One lonely, yellow, autumn leaf
Clings to a barren tree today
She racks the dishes up to dry
And through the window sees it fly away
Then she smiles to know that she'll be going soon
But today her only trip's the laundry room

Cause Laura lives the straight life
She plays the good wife at home
But Laura thinks there's more to this life
Wants to make a dream of her own
Oh Laura thinks there's more to this life
Wants to make a dream of her own

Interpretation

Laura is a stay at home wife that finds her life boring. She dreams of how life could be different, living in an exotic place and enjoying a fantasy life.  Read it like a story, below:

Laura lives the straight life, she plays the good wife at home, but Laura thinks there's more to this life, wants to make a dream of her own. 

The dull parade, domestic scene, she makes a meal of toast and beans today. The soaps play on her TV screen, a mundane way to wash her dreams away (interesting play on words there), and so she looks ahead another year, terrified to see that she's still here. She holds her book on Paul Gauguin and sees herself paint distant lands someday

She wonders how the day would look if this dreary veil was torn away, if one night he should stumble through the door to find she doesn't live here anymore. In some warm exotic place, she'll dance naked to the waist, paint reclining dark skinned men, (and) seduce them now and then.

One lonely, yellow, autumn leaf clings to a barren tree today. She racks the dishes up to dry and through the window sees it fly away. Then she smiles to know that she'll be going soon, but today her only trip's the laundry room.