Alice does not believe those stories
Alice you know well that no one ever returns from there
The phonographs deep within us resound
The cowboys, the Indians
Alice I’m reminding you
Alice don’t you think here or over there **
Alice we are well and don't you worry
The old men rock n’ roll to “From the depth of the casseroles”
And the little one holds on to us
Alice I’m reminding you
Alice be careful if you take the step
Alice you know that no one ever returns from there
I admit that I thought Alice had disappeared
The flowers in the garden
Alice I’m reminding you
Alice don’t believe those stories
Alice you know well, take heart, hands up