Freeway
She throws her hair into the February breezeShe hears it singing through the branches of the treesA song of something you know so wellAnd she's still looking for a freeway
She hears the sound of distant planes across the skyShe catches fleeting glimpse of fading red tail lightsInto tomorrow she gently sleepsAnd she's still dreaming of a freeway
Far away, there's a piece of luck somewhereShining like a star in the nightDream on lady, till the early morning sunTakes your dream to be free away