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

she's On the freeway to her dreams

then One day I hope she'll see me there

on the freeway to her dreams