Gordon Haskell - Freeway To Her Dreams

Her secret's in her shoulder bag They’re sewn into the seams Is a journey that she has to take On the freeway to her dreams She asks herself how come my life’s forever in a spin And she hides a tiny photograph in an old tobacco tin She keeps her make-up in a box with its lid of tortoiseshell I caught a glimpse inside it once of a jewel beneath the veil I loved her then I love her still though it’s not what she believes One day I hope she’ll see me there on the freeway to her dreams Her secret's in her shoulder bag They’re sewn into the seams And the journey takes her on and on On the freeway to her dreams And one day I hope she’ll see me there On the freeway to her dreams