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