Unionville is the name of some places in North America:
Unionville GO Station is a train and bus station in the GO Transit network located in Markham, Ontario, Canada. It is a stop on the Stouffville commuter railway line. This station is also served by Highway 407 East Express buses, which run westbound to York University, northbound to Mount Joy GO Station, and eastbound to the Oshawa Bus Terminal.
The original Unionville Station was built in 1871 by the Toronto and Nipissing Railway, and was used by GO Transit from 1982 to 1991. GO train service ended at the station on Friday May 3, 1991 and service began at the current GO station the following Monday, May 6.
The old station building has been restored and now used as a community centre. Like Markham GO Station, this station features classic Canadian Railway Style with elements of Vernacular Carpenter Gothic architecture of the 19th Century.
The station was built in 1991 to replace the old Unionville Station on Main Street Unionville. GO Trains stopped at the old station from 1982 to 1991. The newer station was renovated and re-opened in April 2005 and accessed by a service road from Kennedy Road north of Highway 407.
The following places in New York are called Unionville:
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep
But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees
I wish I could fly
From this building
From this wall
And if I should try
Would you catch me if I fall?
My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary
Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings
Can't look below me, or something might throw me
Curse at the windstorms that October brings
I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb
I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive
They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo
They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive
I wish I could step from this scaffold
Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed
With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's Dead
Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer
I look like a painter, behind all the grease
But paintings creating, and I'm just erasing