Well these diamonds on my windshield
and these tears from heaven
well iand'm pulling into town on the interstate
i got a steel train in the rain
and the wind bites my cheek through the wing
and itand's these late nights and this freeway flying
it always makes me sing
thereand's a duster tryinand' to change my tune
heand's pulling up fast on the right
rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon
and a wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
heand's wishing he was home in a wiscosin bed
but thereand's fifteen feet of snow in the east
colder then a welldiggerand's ass
and itand's colder than a welldiggerand's ass
oceanside it ends the ride with san clemente coming up
those sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
and the orange drive-in the neon billinand'
and the theatreand's fillinand' to the brim
with slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
metropolitan area with interchange and connections
fly-by-nights from riverside
and out of state plates running a little late
but the sailors jockey for the fast lane
so 101 donand't miss it
thereand's rolling hills and concrete fields
and the broken lineand's on your mind
the eights go east and the fives go north
and the merging nexus back and forth
you see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink
and the radioand's gone off the air
gives you time to think
and you hear the rumble
as you fumble for a cigarette
and blazing through this midnight jungle
remember someone that you met
and one more block; the engine talks
whispers and'home at lastand'
it whispers and'home at lastand'
whispers and'home at lastand'
it whispers and'home at lastand'
whispers and'home at lastand'
and there are diamonds on my windshield
and these tears from heaven
well iand'm pulling into town on the interstate
i got me a steel train in the rain
and the wind bites my cheek through the wing
late nights and freeway flying
always makes me sing
it always makes me sing
(hey look here jack, ok)