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