*Note: this song is from the album "Rockin' the Suburbs," which is Ben Folds as a
solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn't allow
you to change the artist, so i put it here.*

sara, spelled without an H was getting bored
on a peavy amp in 1984
while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars
playing sara with no H’s favorite song

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara

often sara would have spells where she lost time
she saw the future she heard voices from inside
the kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
because at home they got her smacked

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and sara

zak called his dad
about layaway plans
sara told the friendly saleman that
"you'll all die in your cars"
and "why's it gotta be dark?"
and "you're all working in a submarine
asshole"

she saw the lights
she saw a pale english face
some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
that make it possible for all white boys to dance
and when zak finished sara's song
sara clapped

ladada dadada dadada
ladada dadada dadada
zak and sara
zak and sara

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream