Diamonds on my windshield Tears from heaven Pulling into town on the Interstate Pulling a steel train in the rain The wind bites my cheek through the wing Fast flying, freway driving Always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune Pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon
Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed Fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder then a welldigger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, cruise with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theatre's fillin' to the brim