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She left St.John's one day in May dressed in her Sunday best,
A kind man sat beside her as she cried her way out west;
She moved in with her cousin, found a job down in the mall,
Her friends at home were jealous, said, "We'll see you in the fall."
You know that she wants to try, never let you see her cry,
You know that she wants to try - she's got seagulls in her eyes.
The people here seem really nice but the winter's way too long,
Her new friends don't understand, they just tell her to be strong;
She made some decent money, yeah, but nothing comes for free,
The busy streets, just don't compete with the sky, the rocks and sea.
Her parents came at Eastertime, they wanted her to stay,
But she went and got a panel van and moved home on her birthday;
The girls in town all said she couldn't make it on her own,
Now the sky's a little smaller and it doesn't seem like home.
