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)