Alice Lyrics

Well, here we are on the road again

You find yourself at a crossroad you say, my friend

You don't know which way to go

So you take your time, or you hurry up

When traveling on this road just ceased to be enough

And they tell you to come home soon

Alice was a dancer down at Southern Exposure

But she wasn't you

So I bide my time listening to your records

Like I ain't got nothing better to do

I can't think of anyone that's

Read Camus

The most depressing thing I have ever seen

Was your picture on my wall

With Wendigos and Bush Ghosts

You were my only hope

My only hope

So I went down to Foster's looking for my friends

But to my surprise they're doing drugs again

Then I went to the churchyard

My head was full of doubt

I was reading Alex Phoebe

Hoping we could work it out

Well, here we are on the road again

You find yourself at a crossroad you say, my friend

You don't know which way to go

So you take your time, or you hurry up

When traveling on this road just ceased to be enough

And they tell you to come home soon