Sarah

I showed up to the party a little after midnight
A little overdressed and tipsy
I swear I left my body tangled up in yours
On the lower side of New York City

I was talking to myself
Blending in with the wallpaper
Wondering if they could tell
I was busy thinking about ya again
Again

Oh Sarah, I want to do right by you

A one-bedroom apartment a little north of Harlem
Can only be a home if you make it
I could feel your long hair slipping through my fingers
Like sand in an hourglass, face it

No one’s going to turn back time
I probably wouldn’t if I could
I just want to get this right
Learning every day to treat you like I should
I should

Oh, Sarah
I want to do right by you

We don’t need
A paper from the city hall
We don’t need
A ring, a house, a fenced-in yard
I don’t need to own you like a fancy car

Oh, Sarah
I want to do right by you