My Melancholy Baby

You know the feeling of something half remembered

Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well

You know the feeling of recognizing someone

That you've never met as far as you could tell, well

Laura is the face in the misty light

Footsteps that you hear down the hall

The laugh that floats on a summer night

That you can never quite recall

And you see Laura on the train that is passing through

Those eyes, how familiar they seem

She gave your very first kiss to you

That was Laura but she's only a dream