| Song | Big Log |
| Artist | Robert Plant |
| Album | Pop Classics - The Long Versions Volume 3 |
| My love is in league with the freeway | |
| Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by | |
| And the tail-lights 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 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 they＇ll come | |
| 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 night-time | |
| My love is in league with the freeway |
| My love is in league with the freeway | |
| 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 amiles 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 | |
| Redeyed 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 they ll come | |
| 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 is in league with the freeway |