My Alice

Early in the fall back deep in the woods The first hint of frost is upon you About a mile from the field stone wall It's not hard to get lost if you want to Too far from the city to see the white lights I move in the shadows under cover of night Too far from the highway to have a flat tire So I stare at the ashes and fire Well John Saint Paul is a well-known man Of wealth in a skyscraper palace He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives I don't like how he looks at my Alice I work his garage with a wrench and my glove Bring the stench of his gasoline home to my lovе She swears once again shе has all she desires As I stare in the ashes and fire One day late last week when I got to work The boss needs his Caddy all steady I remembered his eyes all over my wife As I carefully got my tools ready What a terrible shame, should he ever break down With me on his trail, and so far from town If his brakes were to fail, if he blew out a tire And I stared in the ashes and fire Well John Saint Paul is a well-known man Of wealth in a skyscraper palace He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives I don't like how he looks at my Alice I don't like how he looks at my Alice