East of Louise

We all know that she’s bright,
but sometimes she just doesn’t pay attention.
The stuff you talked about last night,
she’ll look like it’s a subject you just mentioned.
She stops outside the station,
and she ponders for a minute -
there’s a train that’s leaving soon,
she wonders if she should be in it,
and decisions such as these,
happen slightly to the East of Louise.
She tells herself she’s lonely,
an isolated queen in a city castle.
She was somebody’s one and only,
but somehow it just wasn’t worth the hassle.
But hey, relationships can wither,
the least said the soonest mended -
she wrote it in a letter,
but she never got it sended.
And love is like a breeze
that passes somewhere to the East of Louise.
And I think I’m falling for her...
I lay my pearls of wisdom before her,
but after ten minutes they just bore her back to tears.
While she struggles with a laptop
I make coffee and I offer my suggestions.
She says she’s lost a thousand e-mails
from potential lovers asking the same questions.
And I tell her, ‘love’s another virus,
it can eat your heart alive-’
and she takes it off the desktop,
but it stays there on the drive.
And the instructions are Chinese,
And that’s too far to the East of Louise...