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.