My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in [bad word] of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on - leading me down the road
Driving beyond - driving me down the road

My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting [bad word] 
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back - no
There is no turning back - on [bad word] 

My love is in league with the freeway
Oh the freeway, and [bad word] of night-time
My love is in league with the freeway