She's My Alcatraz - The Mr. T Experience

Now you see it, now you don’t

Things make sense, and then they won’t

I can barely see across the bay

She’s so distant and obscure

I can’t escape from her

Until I’m far enough away

And Alcatraz comes in and out of sight

And Alcatraz is flashing in the night

And I think of the one, a distant blur

A piece of me still lodged in her

Held prisoner — she’s my Alcatraz

Things I think I almost know

Discontinued long ago

Once occurred inside her walls

And I can’t helping thinking of

Harsh rituals of love

That no one quite recalls

But Alcatraz doesn’t really care

And Alcatraz almost isn’t there

But I think of the one, so dear to me

Whose face I still can almost see

Distantly — she’s my Alcatraz

So un-together

Under the weather

I can’t make it out

And Alcatraz is a distant blur

So Alcatraz looks a lot like her

And I almost see her taking shape

And part of me still can’t escape

Nobody has — she’s my Alcatraz