Well, you could tell me   But I don't have to know   I watch you bend when   You try to keep it low      It isn't even that it means anything   I think you're hiding something      And in the evening   When you come back around   You have a drink and   Keep staring at the ground      You're like a sick bird   That's only dying to sing   I think you're hiding something   I think you're hiding something      You could keep hiding   Or you could talk instead   And quell the angry mob   That's inside your head      And I'm the only one   Who'd be listening   I think you're hiding something   I think you're hiding something      I think you're hiding something   I think you're hiding something