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Diamonds on my windshield Tears from heaven Pullin' in town on the Interstate Pullin' a steel train in the rain Wind bites my cheek Through the wing Fast flyin' freeway drive It always makes me sing Duster tryin' to change my tune Pullin' up fast on the right Rollin' restlessly Twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishin' he's home in a Wiscosin bed Fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder than a well digger's ass And oceanside it ends the ride San Clemente comin' up Sunday desperadoes slip by Check station close and you cruise by with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theater's fillin' to the brim Slave girls and hot spurn Bucket full of sin Metropolitan area Interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from riverside Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late Sailors jockey for the fast lane One O one don't miss it Rollin' hills and concrete fields 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, you cross the line Signal with a blink Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think Ease it out and you creep across In a section lights froze out Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette Blazin' through this neon jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last" Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, home at last"