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Tom Waits - Diamonds On My Windshield Looking For lyrics
Well these diamonds on my windshield 
 And these tears from heaven 
 Well I'm pulling 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 flying 
 It always makes me sing 
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune 
 He's pulling up fast on the right 
 Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon 
And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head 
 He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed 
 But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East 
 Colder then a welldigger's ass 
 And it's colder than a welldigger's ass 
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up 
 Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back 
 And the orange drive-in the neon billin' 
 And the theatre's fillin' to the brim 
 With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin 
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections 
 Fly-by-nights from Riverside 
 And out of state plates running a little late 
But the sailors jockey for the fast lane 
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 There's rolling hills and concrete fields 
 And the broken line's 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, signalling with a blink 
And the radio's gone off the air 
 Gives you time to think 
 And you hear the rumble 
 As you fumble for a cigarette 
 And blazing through this midnight jungle 
 Remember someone that you met 
 And one more block; the engine talks 
 Whispers 'home at last' 
 It whispers 'home at last' 
 Whispers 'home at last' 
 It whispers 'home at last' 
 Whispers 'home at last' 
And there are diamonds on my windshield 
 And these tears from heaven 
 Well I'm pulling 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 and freeway flying 
 Always makes me sing 
 It always makes me sing 
(Hey look here Jack, ok








