Early in the fall back deep in the woods the first hint of frost is upon you
About a mile from the field stone wall its not hard to get lost if you want to
Too far from the city to see the white light I move in the shadows under cover of the night

Too far from the highway to blow a flat tire so I stare at the ashes and fire
Well John St. Paul is a well-known man of wealth in his sky scrapper palace
He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives I don’t like how he looks at my Alice

I work his garage with a wrench and my glove bring the stench of his gasoline home to my love
She swears once again she has all she desires as I stare in the ashes and fire
One day late last week when I got the word the boss needs his caddy all steady

I remember his eyes all over my wife as I carefully got my tools ready
What a terrible shame should he ever break down with me on his trail and so far from town
If his brakes were to fail if he blew out a tire, I stared at the ashes and fire

Well John St. Paul is a well-known man of wealth in his sky scrapper palace
He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives I don’t like how he looks at my Alice
I don’t like how he looks at my Alice