The news travels fast in this town A soap opera in a bar room to be found The windy city rumor mill will generate If you have guts to spill The walls are closing in while listening to me When enemies start posing as friends To keep you even closer in the end The rooms turn to black A kitchen knife is twisting in my back The lights turn back on There's no trace who's hunting me Within six degrees of separation The perpetrator emerging from The shadows of the hall I watch the company I keep That know nothing at all Six degrees of separation