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