Hiding Out - Pete Townshend

From my window, I see roads

They lead to darkness, leading home

And in the midnight of a soul’s unsleeping

I hear the waterfall of women weeping

Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling

I hear the prostituted children calling, calling out

From the barred and mesh-floor streets

Of a winter’s night, without a moon

I am safe hidden here

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I look over chequered fields

And the towering web of steel

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling

While the empty church’s bells are pealing

And the green hills lay ignored, untended

The lonely watchers remain unbefriended

And out in the one-way streets

Is a swelling maze, without a door

I am safe hidden here

I am safe hidden here, yeah

I am safe hidden here

I am safe hidden here

I am safe

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here (I gotta hide out, yeah)

Hiding out

I am safe hidden here

Hiding out