My Alice

Early in the fall, back deep in the woods

The first hint of frost is upon you

'Bout a mile beyond 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 the night

Too far from the highway to blow a flat tire

I stare in the ashes and fire

Now John Saint Paul is a well-known man

Of wealth in his 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 in my glove

Bring the stench of his gasoline home to my love

She swears once again she has all she desires

As I stare in the ashes and fire

One day late last week when I got the word

The boss needs his Caddie 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

Now John Saint Paul is a well-known man

Of wealth in his 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