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"      Hideaway, hideaway, truly   Hideaway, hideaway, truly      I can hear children's voices   Breathing in a yard   When I hear children's voices   My feelings aren't so hard      Your honest face   Your quiet simple grace   You are one thing   I will not waste      Hideaway, hideaway, truly   Hideaway, hideaway, truly   Truly, truly