Gone

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...