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....