I need to touch
Alive on beaten earth
So that's where I'm going
I know a town
In northwest Mexico
Where the sun is gold
And all the people
I find exist
Hide away
Hide away
Truly
Hide away
Hide away
Truly
My country, God
Raked by big industry
We'll just have to wing it
The concrete strips
Raw green
And king TV
They say so what
I say so this
Hide away
Hide away
Truly
Hide away
Hide away
I can hear children's voices
Ringing in a yard
When I hear children's voices
My feelings
I'm so hard
I'm so hard
I'm so hard
Your honest face
Your quiet soul
Simple grace, you are one thing I will not waste
Hide away, wide away, truly hide away
Hide away
Truly
Truly
Truly
