She throws her hair into the February breeze

She hears it singing through the branches on the trees

A song of something she knows so well

And she's still looking for a freeway, freeway

She hears the sound of distant planes across the night

She catches a fleeting glimpse of fading red tail lights

Into tomorrow she gently sleeps

And she's still dreaming of a freeway, freeway

Far away, there's a piece of luck somewhere

Shining like a star in the night

Dream on lady, till the early morning sun

Takes your dream to be free away