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 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 Now to anyone who'll listen she'll tell of her year in England Of the people of the places of the fine times she will tell She's certainly the best dancer of a Tuesday at the disco That they built out in the car park of the Great Britain Hotel The boys concerned with football And the girls concerned with bugger all They think she dances funny Think she dresses like a fool And her best friend knows the truth of it The year she spent in England Was like swimming underwater Across the town's Olympic pool So cruel 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 Alone, alone, alone, alone She thought it might be worth the pain But it was just the same But it was just the same It was just the same It was just the same It was just the same