Alice

You don't see much at all You're like a big fish trapped inside a bowl You don't see that you will fall Unless you get out of this dead end northern town Gotta get out on the road And let the wind fly through your hair Get out on the road and Turn up the radio See them born, see them die Without stepping foot across the county line You're not like them, you got a dream Start the car and leave it all behind Gotta get out on the road And let the wind fly through your hair Get out on the road and Turn up the radio La la la la da da dao La la la da dao La la la la da da dao La la la da dao Scared of the dark but you don't why Angry for nothing and hiding to hide The world is too big to be trapped in your room Open the doors and then howl at the moon Now, now Alice Whoa, Alice Oh Alice Whoa, Alice Snow will melt and rains will come Mud will dry and flies will buzz around They'll be whiskey shots down at the bar But the same faces every night won't go too far You gotta get out on the road And let the wind fly through your hair Get out on the road And turn up the radio La la la la da da dao La la la da dao La la la la da da dao La la la da dao La la la la da da dao La la la da dao La la la la da da dao La la la da dao