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
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