Giverny
She throws her hair into the February breezeShe hears it singing through the branches of the treesA song of somethingShe knows so wellAnd she's still looking for a freewayShe hears the sound of distant planes across the nightShe catches a fleeting glimpse of fading red tail lightsInto tomorrow she gently sleepsAnd she's still dreaming of a freewayFar away, there's a piece of luck somewhereShining like a star in the nightDream on lady, till the early morning lightTakes your dream to be freeAway