Every hour somebody's. Drivin'. . Down the highway six. I'm talkin' 'bout the road. That'll lead you to the. River Styx. A man down there says. He's gonna take away your.
Got to hideaway. Got to hideaway. . Faces all around us frowning. Fighting hard to keep from drowning. Wish we were alone, wishin' we could go. Runnin' for our love, wishin's not enough.