Russell Hitchcock - For The Freeway Home lyrics

rate me

If you wanna know what gets me through my day

When I'm three states away and bleary-eyed

It's dream that I might breed you air again

And that this road will end at your bedside

One more coffee one more whisky one more show

Oh one more song for the freeway home

And then this dream you're with me everywhere

It's only cos you're there I'm near my wing

And these cords keep ringing through my mind

When I'm supposed to be on a side don't mean a thing

My eyes are happy just to watch you glow

Oh one more song for the freeway home

So if this song should make it to your ears

Let it be a souvenir you can call your own

It's about a kind of music that's sweeter than

A voice of just one man out of state alone

And I sing it for you everywhere I go

Oh one more song for the freeway home

One more coffee one more whisky one more show

Oh one more song for the freeway home

For the freeway home