| Song | Somewhere They Can't Find Me |
| Artist | Simon |
| Album | Sounds of silence / Bookends / Bridge Over Troubled Water |
| Lyrics:Paul Simon Music:Paul Simon | |
| I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, | |
| As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. | |
| Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, | |
| Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. | |
| But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can't find me. | |
| Oh baby, you don't know what I've done, | |
| I've committed a crime, I've broken the law. | |
| While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, | |
| I held up and robbed a liquor store. | |
| But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can't find me. | |
| Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, | |
| A scene badly written in which I must play. | |
| And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, | |
| I know it's not right to leave you, | |
| When morning is just a few hours away. | |
| But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can't find me. |
| Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
| I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, | |
| As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. | |
| Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, | |
| Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. | |
| But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
| Oh baby, you don' t know what I' ve done, | |
| I' ve committed a crime, I' ve broken the law. | |
| While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, | |
| I held up and robbed a liquor store. | |
| But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
| Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, | |
| A scene badly written in which I must play. | |
| And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, | |
| I know it' s not right to leave you, | |
| When morning is just a few hours away. | |
| But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
| Fly down the highway, | |
| Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
| Somewhere they can' t find me. |