Sara

Sara One minute One more shot in front of me The bar is nearly empty The girl behind the bar has shouted “last call” Looking into the bottom of the glass The world looks so beautiful There is no pain to endure Memories are gone in a fog The world is so beautiful Sara will be at home waiting for me As she has so many nights before Two o'clock the bar closes I walk home through lonely streets Other drunks wander aimlessly I have a woman to go to I get home and wander straight to the bed Reaching over Sara is gone Through the fog of alcohol I remember I laid Sara to rest in the morning sun Memories return and I cry the night through Waiting for the bar to once again open So I can see the world through the bottom of the glass And Sara will be waiting for me once again