Freeway To Her Dreams (Gordon Haskell)


Her secrets 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
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
Her secrets 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