Alcatraz

Steven and I hitch-hiking
 Our day off to Hanover
 Beat up car with young girl driving
 Slow down and pull over
 In the rear view mirror
 Like co-conspirators we did smile
 I did not know that I was running
 I saw the sunlight streaming
 Down on the landscape
 Of my Alcatraz escape
 From the sadness 'twas born in my soul
 Three years passed, still I was suffering
 Spent that March in Charlottesville
 Saw the ghost of Thomas Jefferson
 Sitting on my window sill
 With his thin powdered hair
 And his concubine there he did smile
 I did not know that I was running
 I saw the twilight gleaming
 Down on the landscape
 Of my Alcatraz escape
 From the sadness 'twas born in my soul
 I went down through the labyrinth
 Of my falsified regret
 Deep in flight from the light in my soul
 Oh what a complicated tapestry I sewed
 All that energy I wasted on my fear
 All those years spent stumbling down that lonesome road
 It's not very clear
 How far or how near I have come
 I did not know that I was running
 I see the sunlight streaming
 Down on the landscape...