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