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
Freeway was written by Chris Rea.
Freeway was produced by David Richards & Chris Rea.