Hiding Place

When I was a young boy, pride of my family
 And my mama used to hang me out to dry
 You know the boy couldn't have it
 Sometimes he just had to find
 A hiding place to hang his head and cry
 Talking about a hiding place, hiding place
 Little bit of shelter from the blues
 Here I am as a young man, my feet out on the highway
 Summer breeze to tell me what to do
 I might meet a young lady and stop off for a while
 Reality thought blowing through
 Talking about a hiding place, hiding place
 A little bit of shelter from the blues
 And it ain't no disgrace if you gotta hide your face
 We all need the hiding place to get us through
 Yes, we do
 Oh, I can tell the difference between right and wrong
 I can't always tell which one's best for me
 But I know this dirty city like the back of my dirty hand
 And still can't seem to find no sanity
 Now I'm looking out a window and you are looking in
 And we both are thinking and we like just what we see
 You say you can't be certain, baby, what I see in you
 But you're [Incomprehensible] what you see in me
 Talking about a hiding place, a hiding place
 Just a little bit of shelter from the blues
 And it ain't no disgrace if you got to hide your face
 We all need a hiding place to get us through
 Talking about a hiding place, hiding place
 We all need a hiding place to get us through