Freeway de Chris Rea

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