Tom Waits - Diamonds On My Windshield Lyrics
Diamonds on my windshieldTears from heavenPulling into town on the interstatePulling a steel train in the rainThe wind bites my cheek through the wingFast flying, freway drivingAlways makes me singTheres a duster tryin to change my tunePulling up fast on the rightRolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moonWisconsin hiker with a cue-ball headWishing he was home in a wiscosin bedFifteen feet of snow in the eastColder then a welldiggers assOceanside it ends the ride, san clemente coming upSunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,Cruise with a dry backOrange drive-in the neon billinTheatres fillin to the brimSlave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sinMetropolitan area with interchange and connectionsFly-by-nights from riversideBlack and white plates, out of state,Running a little bit lateSailors jockey for the fast lane101 dont miss itRolling hills and concrete fieldsThe broken lines on your mindEights go east and the fives go northThe merging nexus back and forthYou see your sign, cross the line,Signalling with a blinkThe radios gone off the airGives you time to thinkYou ease it out and you creep acrossIntersection light goes outYou hear the rumbleAs you fumble for a cigaretteBlazing through this midnight jungleRemember someone that you metOne more block; the engine talksAnd whispers home at lastIt whispers, whispers, whispershome at last, home at last
