Just arrived on the seventen,
Thought I'd see the old gang again,
But you know how they come and go —
I'm just a stranger in town.

Everywhere, everyone I see
Seems to wonder who I can be;
And I swear, no one seems to care
About a stranger in town.

I saw a cottage on a lonely old street,
The weeds have grown 'round the gate;
Somehow I felt that you would wait here, my sweet;
But it looks like I'm too late.

Guess I'll leave on the twelve – oh – two,
Can't believe that there's no more you;
Is there nothing for me? Will I always be
A stranger in my own home town.