Clara

Clara, dear Clara

Tell me, please do:

How come your dear father

Was far smarter than you?

And Clara, dear Clara

What will you do?

Now your only daughter

Has taken to the booze

It's a family drama

But you lack the skill to write it down

'Cos Daddy used up all the ink

Then took his pen and left town

Clara, dear Clara

Now your husband's gone too

Leaving his piano

in this hotel room

So play it, Clara

Remember, dear Clara

How he used to play for you

Like a personal orchestra

If you could just recall the tune

Clara, remember Clara...

Everything was harmonious

Everything was melodic

Now you're a loney widow

And your daughter's alcoholic

The last of the bloodline

Is 40 percent proof

Just like a friend of your dad's once almost said:

"being young is wasted on the youth"

Clara, dear Clara

Tell me, please do:

How come your dear father

was far smarter than you?

Tell me, Clara

Clara

Clara