Now you see it now you don't

things make sense, and then they won't

I can barely see across the bay



she's so distant and obscure

I can't escape from her

until I'm far enough away



and Alcatraz comes in and out of sight

and Alcatraz is flashing in the night

and I think of the one, a distant blur,

a piece of me still lodged in her

held prisoner - she's my Alcatraz



things I think I almost know

discontinued long ago

once occurred inside her walls



and I can't helping thinking of 

harsh rituals of love

that no one quite recalls



but Alcatraz doesn't really care

and Alcatraz almost isn't there

but I think of the one, so dear to me

whose face I still can almost see

distantly --she's my Alcatraz



so un-together

under the weather

I can't make it out



and Alcatraz is a distant blur

so Alcatraz looks a lot like her

and I almost see her taking shape

and part of me still can't escape

nobody has - she's my Alcatraz