Song Of Alice - Keren Ann

She was the, the patron saint of twenty third street

She was around for a lot of time, she

Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night

Carrying a little yellow cardboard box

And she inhabited the place like a butterfly

There was this kind of sadness about her and they

And she did have this light

And nobody ever knew her real name

Those times, I see her coming on a Stepping through broken bottles and gum

Carrying her shoes, barefoot

People said she was crazy

About, about six months before the fire, there was a There was a big blackout, famous summer blackout

She walked around through the halls giving everyone candles

Scared everybody away in the end

And when the fire happened, you know

Everybody assumed it was her

Terrible fires all that year and little ones

I don’t know if it was fair or not

But everybody blamed her for it And then one day she, she just vanished

And later they said her name was Alice

The whole time I never knew her name