Chris Rea Freeway
She throws her hair into the February breeze She hears it singing through the branches of the trees A song of something She knows so well And she's still looking for a 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 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
