My love is in league with the freeway
 It's 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 the miles and the waiting
 The eyes that just stare, and a glance at the clock
 And the secret that burns, and the pain that won't stop
 And it's fuel is the years
 Leading me on
 Leading me down the road
 Driving me on, driving me down the road
 My love is exceeding the limit
 Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
 Distance and longing, my thoughts do collide
 Should I rest for a while, on the side
 Your love is cradled in knowing
 Eyes in the mirror, still expecting [bad word]  Sensing to 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,
 My love, Is in league with the freeway.