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
 So 101 don't miss it
 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