We took your brother's car
Down the old gravel road
A mile long to Cape Spear
And we sat in your car
Close to the edge a long time
Listening to the radio
But the reception was bad way out there
So we had to talk instead
And you told me a story
About a friend of a friend
Who was swallowed, washed away
When he went too far
And I never said a thing
As you drove us back into the big, lonely city
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