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...