August is over, kisses come earlier
All from the wind as it whistles an ode to the snow
Chilling her down to the bone
Strange is an alibi calling the fates a lie
Telling excuses that always produce a reply
Staring her straight in the eye
She’s missing the simple design
Hold on Alice is lonely
Hold on Alice is gone
Hold on Alice is lonely
Oh God, she’s gone
Won’t you help her please hold on
Autumn is rolling in, fire on the hills begin
Catching and turning just like burning bushes of old
Oh but they fade with the cold
Hope is a casualty dressed up in everything
Used by soulless to offer the helpless control
Till you are replaced by the whole
Still falling the further you go
Hold on Alice is lonely
Hold on Alice is gone
Hold on Alice is lonely
Oh God, she’s gone
Won’t you help her please hold on
Till we all recover
In the days to come
It’s a fight worth fighting
For the souls unsung
Alice and the lonely ones
Won’t you help her please hold on
Winter is closing in fast on the prairie with
Middle America fighting the wind and the snow
Fighting her down to the bone
Now I think she’s beginning to know