Steven and I hitch-hiking
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Our day off to Hanover
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Beat up car with young girl driving
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Slow down and pull over
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In the rear view mirror
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Like co-conspirators we did smile
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I did not know that I was running
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I saw the sunlight streaming
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Down on the landscape
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Of my Alcatraz escape
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From the sadness 'twas born in my soul
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Three years passed, still I was suffering
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Spent that March in Charlottesville
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Saw the ghost of Thomas Jefferson
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Sitting on my window sill
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With his thin powdered hair
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And his concubine there he did smile
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I did not know that I was running
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I saw the twilight gleaming
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Down on the landscape
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Of my Alcatraz escape
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From the sadness 'twas born in my soul
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I went down through the labyrinth
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Of my falsified regret
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Deep in flight from the light in my soul
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Oh what a complicated tapestry I sewed
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All that energy I wasted on my fear
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All those years spent stumbling down that lonesome road
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It's not very clear
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How far or how near I have come
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I did not know that I was running
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I see the sunlight streaming
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Down on the landscape....
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Alcatraz
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| The Gathering Field |
