text: Well, these diamonds on my windshield
  And these tears from heaven
  Well, Im pulling into town on the Interstate
  I got a steel train in the rain
  And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
  And its these late nights and this freeway flying
  It always makes me sing
  Theres a Duster trying to change my tune
  Hes pulling up fast on the right
  Rolling restlessly by a 24-hour moon
  And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
  Hes wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed
  But theres fifteen feet of snow in the east
  Colder than a well-diggers ass
  And its colder than a well-diggers ass
  Oceanside, it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
  Those Sunday desperados slip by and cruise with a dry back
  And the orange drive-in, the neon billing
  And the theatres filling 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, dont miss it
  Theres rolling hills and concrete fields
  And the broken lines 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, signaling with a blink
  And the radios 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 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 Im 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
  Okay