Kickin' stones down by the gypsy shacks 
Along the wrong side of the tracks 
Steppin' over all the cracks 
Cross my fingers too 

Wishing on that lucky day 
When I finally make my getaway 
Won't be nothing left to say (no no) 
Only one thing left to do 
 [bad word] through the valleys 
And down through the woods 
Out in the alleys 
Past the old neighborhoods 
(And I know I got) so far to travel 
And the hour is late 
But it's out of the darkness 
When I make my great escape 
When I make my great escape 

[PART TWO] 
He's travellin' down the road tonight 
His heart is heavy but his load is light 
He fakes to the left but he moves to the right 
On a lonely road tonight 
He moves to the right 

And he drops a penny into a wishing well 
Nobody hears him as far as he can tell 
He sees a thousand other wishes lying there 
And he rightly wonders if the gods will care 
If the gods are gonna care 

So [bad word] through the valleys 
And on through the woods 
Down in the alleys 
Past the old neighborhoods 
(And he's got) so far to travel 
And the hour is late 
But it's out of the darkness 
When he makes his great escape 
When he makes his great escape 

When he makes his great escape