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.

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.