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 [bad word] 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