I see her walking the lonely streets
Of this country town I've grown up in
And I often wonder to myself
What sort of terrible thing happened to her?

Maybe, she lost a lover
And gave up on living altogether
Turned to the flowing liquor
To better the bitter situation

And I notice a faded light in her eyes
That reminds me of myself
Perhaps she was like me once
Just searching for that light in somebody else

I see her walking the lonely streets
Of this country town I've grown up in
And I often smile, even though I'm sad
Because she is too, but she always smiles at me

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