This Old Town 

                                                                                                                                   

       She sells kisses down by the carousel

It's not her looks so much

As the way she can sell

She's nineteen turning thirty-five

Afraid to live and never feel alive

 

Somewhere out there

Beyond the lights of this old town

A train's a comin' to take her wayward bound

Somewhere out there

Beyond the lights of this old town

A train's a comin' can't you hear that distant sound

 

Sunshine sketches of a small northern town

She paints a smile to draw away her frown

She daydreams during the Road to Avonlea

And wonders if she'll ever leave

 

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