Texty: Chicago. Chicago VIII. Hideaway.

You know I got to go
Got to find a place
Get away from the human race

Find a place where the air is clear
On a sunny day, sunny day
I got to find a hideaway, hideaway

Hideaway, hideaway
Hideaway, hideaway, yeah, yeah

You know I got to leave
Got to find a place, any place
Get away from the city pace, city pace

I got to move out where the air is fresh and clear
On a sunny day, sunny day
And I got to find a hideaway, yeah, yeah