I'm on the hill by Friscio Bay
Hawaiian winds blow my past away
There's a freighter there that is southern bound
I'm on my way out of this town
There's Alcatraz and the man that has
Bills love and pills and drink and wine and song
Stand in line and fight and wind and roam
Kids and yard and I'm a man that's tired and gone
There was a time when things were good
We had it better than we ever should
But things got hard and love got old
I got tired and love grew cold
There's Alcatraz and the man that has...
