In the heart of the 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 a crowd
it's drivin' 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 Taxman 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 spin my wheels and fly!
If I listen long enough to the line
..then I'm gonna need a place to hide
Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway...
So pull down all the curtains
put a 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...