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 [ steel ] 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...