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