Laura is the face in the misty lightFootsteps that you hear
down the hallThe laugh that floats on a summer nightThat you can never quite recallAnd you see Laura
on a train that is passing throughThose eyes, how familiar
they seemShe gave your very first kiss to youThat
was Laura, but she's only a dreamShe gave your
very first kiss to youThat was Laura, but she's only
a dream