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
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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
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