Written by: Hugh Prestwood
Laura Nadine, the snow's whiting out all our crimes
With soft feathered flakes, the sizes of nickels and dimes
And when I look back at us, through that veil of white lace
All I see is perfection and uncommon grace under fire
The fire we were caught between
Don't it sweeten the sorrow we've seen, Laura Nadine
Laura Nadine, let's let go of all those regrets
I've learned from you, just how fast forgiveness forgets
All our stumbles and scratches, all our cuts that don't show
They're been all washed away like red clay in the snow melt of tears
Washed away clean
Don't our bodies have a newborn sheen, Laura Nadine?
We are always falling
We are always rising up out of that river
Turning back into the stardust we were
Now Laura Nadine, what will I do when you're gone?
Now don't you tell me, my life will just carry on
I'll have no one to tell me that I hung the moon
I'll have nobody dancing to my different tune with such joy
You are my queen
And for all the hard winters we've seen, your heart's never outgrown sweet sixteen
Laura Nadine, Laura Nadine, Laura Nadine