BİG LOG
ROBERT PLANT
Its passion will ride as the cities fly by
And the taillights dissolve in the coming 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 on)
Leading me down the road
Driving beyond (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 collide
Should I rest for a while at the side?
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come
And sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back, no
There is no turning back
On the run
My love is in league with the freeway
Oh, the freeway, and the coming of nighttime
My love, my love is in league with the freeway