Union St - Jamie Lawson

Sara, when did you grow up?

Did you throw up over my low shoes?

Sacel, how you’ve been drinking.

I know just how he was thinking of you.

Sara, go down to the river,

Cleanse your soul,

Till the skin sheds yours.

Sara, go down to the river,

Cleanse your soul,

Till the skin sheds yours.

Oh the leer of Union St. and its bright lights.

How does it feel in hindsight?

The love that it made to you.

Cuz I know Union St. in the morning,

There’s never been such yearning,

A bell that rang so true.

Sara, go down to the river,

Cleanse your soul,

Till the skin sheds yours.

Sara, go down to the river,

Cleanse your soul,

Till the skin sheds yours.

Sara, when did you grow up?

Did you throw up all over that sailor’s hands?

Did you walk down Union St. on your way back?

Does anyone know that?

Cuz I haven’t seen you since.

I haven’t seen you since.

I haven’t seen you since.

Nobody’s seen you since…