Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pullin’ into town on the Interstate
Pullin’ a steel train in the rain
Wind bites my cheek through the wing
Fast flying and freeway driving
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 Wisconsin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the east
Colder than a welldigger’s ass
And Oceanside, it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by
Texaco station close in, you cruise by with a dry back
The orange drive-in, neon billin’
Theatre’s fillin’ to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
Metropolitan area, interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, running a little late
Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 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
See your sign, you cross the line, signal with a blink
Radio’s gone off the air, gives you time to think
Easy ridin’, creep across, this intersection ????
Hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette
Blazin’ through the neon jungle
Remember someone that you met
And one more block, the engine talks
And whispers ‘home at last’
Whispers
Whispers
Whispers ‘home at last’
‘Home at last’
Words and music by Tom Waits
©1992 Warner Chappell Music Ltd
Recorded in Los Angeles, CA, between July and December 1971
Tom Waits: Vocals, handclapping, and piano
?: Upright bass
Time: 3.07
Track 10 on the album ‘The Early Years Volume 2’ 1992