Lyrics:

Well, these diamonds on my windshield
Are 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 this freeway drive always makes me sing

There's a duster tryin' to change my tune
He's pullin' up fast on the right
Rollin' restlessly by a 24 hour moon

And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishin' he's home in a Wisconsin bed
But there's fifteen feet of snow in the east
Colder then a well digger's ass
And it's colder then a well digger's ass

Oceanside, it ends the ride
With San Clemente comin' up
Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back

And the Orange drive-in, the neon billin'
And the theater's fillin' to the brim
With slave girls and hot spurn, bucket full of sin

Metropolitan area
Interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
And out of state plates, runnin' a little late

But the sailors jockey for the fast lane
101, don't miss it
There's rollin' hills and concrete fields
And a broken line 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 radio's gone off the air
And it gives you time to think

And you hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette
And blazin' through this neon jungle
You remember someone that you met
And one more block, the engine talks
It whispers, 'Home at last.'
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 me a steel train in the rain

And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
Late nights, freeway flying always makes me sing
Always makes me sing