She throws her hair into the February breeze

She hears it singing through the branches of the trees

A song of something you know so well

And she's still looking for a freeway

She hears the sound of distant planes across the sky

She catches fleeting glimpse of fading red tail lights

Into tomorrow she gently sleeps

And she's still dreaming of a freeway

Far away, there's a piece of luck somewhere

Shining like a star in the night

Dream on lady, till the early morning light

Takes your dream to be free away