Diamonds On My Windshield

Well, these diamonds on my windshield

And these tears from heaven

Well, I'm pullin' into town on the interstate

I got a steel train in the rain

And the wind bites my cheek through the wing

And it's these late nights and his freeway flyin'

It always makes me sing

There's a duster tryna change my tune

He's pullin' up fast on the right

Rollin' restlessly by a twenty four hour moon

And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head

He's wishin' he's home in Wisconsin bed

But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East

Colder than a well digger's ass

And it's colder than a well digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up

And a Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back

And the orange drive-in the neon billing

And the theater's fillin' 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 runnin' a little late

But the sailor's jockey for the fast lanes

So one-O-one don't miss it

There's rollin' hills and concrete fields

And the broken line'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, signalin' with a blink

And a radio's gone off the air

Gives you time to think

And you hear the rumble

As you fumble for a cigarette

And blazin' through this midnight jungle

Remember someone that you met

And one more block, the engine talks

Whispers home at last

It whispers home at last

Whispers home at last

Whispers home at last

Whispers home at last

And the diamonds on my windshield

And these tears from Heaven

Well, I'm pullin' into town on the interstate

I got a steel train in the rain

And the wind bites my cheek through the wing

Late nights, freeway flyin'

Always makes me sing

It always makes me sing