Diamonds On My Windshield Lyrics - The Heart Of Saturday Night - Tom Waits

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 

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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 

Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin 

Metropolitan area with interchange and connections 

Fly-by-nights from Riverside 

Black and white plates, out of state 

Running a little bit late 

Sailors jockey for the fast lane 

101 Don't miss it 

Rolling hills and concrete fields 

The broken line's on your mind 

Eights go east and the fives go north 

The merging nexus back and forth 

You see your sign, cross the line 

Signalling with a blink 

Photos 

The radio's gone off the air 

Gives you time to think 

You ease it out and you creep across 

Intersection light goes out 

You hear the rumble 

As you fumble for a cigarette 

Blazing through this midnight jungle 

Remember someone that you met 

One more block; the engine talks 

And whispers 'home at last' 

It whispers, whispers, whispers 

'Home at last', home at last