I need to touch
A live unbeaten earth
So that´s where I´m going
I know a town in North West Mexico
Where the sun is gold and life exists

Hideaway, hideaway truly
Hideaway, hideaway truly

My country got
Raped by big industry
We´ll just have to wing it
The concrete strips raw greed and king TV
They say ´so what´ I say ´so this´

I can hear children voices
Playing in a yard
When I hear children voices
My feelings aren´t so hard
Your honest face
Your quiet simple grace
You are one thing
I will not waste