He still drives Late into the night With a beer in his hand And a cigarette to blend He still hides All his contraband And all his friends Right about this, right about this time You can run and hide Right about this, right about this time You can run and hide It takes time To wake an unclear mind A million thoughts in your head When the concrete is your bed He still hides All the evidence From all his friends Right about this, right about this time You can run and hide Right about this, right about this time You can run and hide