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