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 glow of the winter moonlight.

But I've got to creep down the alley way,
Fly down the highway,
Before [bad word] to catch me I'll be gone.
Somewhere they can't find me.

Oh baby, you don't know what I've done, [bad word] 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 [bad word] to catch me I'll be gone.
Somewhere they can't find me.

Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,
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 [bad word] to catch me I'll be gone.
Somewhere they can't find me.