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