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