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....