Hideaway

In the heart of a West Coast City

It's hard to get what you need

The streets are filled with a million voices

The sound of impatient feet

But I, I'm so alone in the crowd

It's driving me to extremes

If I listen long enough to the line

Then I'm gonna know it's time to hide

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

With the tax man on the left side

And the rent man off to the right

The traffic jammed up in between 'em

You can't even put up a fight

Don't just stand there, move along

I'll spin my wheels and fly

And if I listen long enough to the line

Soon I'm gonna need a place to hide

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

So pull down all of the curtains

Pull the chain on all of the doors

In these four walls inside my room

Gonna build me a private world

I wonder if time will make me wise

Soon I'm gonna need a place to hide

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway

Hide, hideaway