Lyrics:

This song takes us back to the story of Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. and in some way it’s a sequel of that song.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 alleyway
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 alleyway
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 though 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 alleyway
Fly down the highway
Before they come to catch me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me