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