Diamonds On My Windshield (looking For) Lyrics

Diamonds On My Windshield (looking For)

Well these diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'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 it's these late nights and this
freeway flying
It always makes me sing


There's a Duster tryin' to
change my tune
He's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly by a
twenty-four hour moon


And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball
head
He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed
But there's fifteen feet
of snow in the East
Colder then a welldigger's ass
And it's colder than a
welldigger'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 billin'
And the theatre'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 running
a little late


But the sailors jockey for the fast lane
So 101
don't miss it
There's rolling 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,
signalling with a blink


And the radio'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 'home at
last'
It whispers 'home at last'
Whispers 'home at last'
It whispers
'home at last'
Whispers 'home at last'


And there are diamonds on
my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'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)