At the tender age of eighteen she saw nothing in that town to hold her
Nothing in the majesty of the green New England hills
She worked for one year in the office of a stock and station agent
And her nights behind the bar of the Great Britain Hotel

The boys concerned with football
And the girls concerned with bugger all
She did not spare a thought for them, bid them all adieu
Said I'm shooting through

Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it might be worth the pain
Alone, alone, alone, alone
She thought it would be different
But it was just the same

Was it a bigger, brighter world in London, well it was bigger that was certain
She wasn't sure who to contact so her friendships they were few
To a few friends that she left at home her letters spoke of certain pleasure
How she'd lived up to this point, my God she hardly knew

And the treasures found in Camden
She just stored them all away for her
Return back home in twelve months' time, give or take a day
Like she'd ever been away