Nearly every line in this song is memorable:
Well, these diamonds on my windshield --
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 it's freeway flyin'
That always make 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 movie
And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishing he's home in a Wisconsin bed
But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder then a well digger's ass
And it's colder then a well digger's ass
Oceanside -- it ends the ride
With San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dryback
And the orange drive-in, the neon billin'
And the theater's fillin' to the brim
With slave girls and a hot spur and bucketful of sin
Metropolitan area with interchanging connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
And out-of-state plates running a little late
With the sails jockey for the fast lane
So 101 -- don't miss it
There's rolling hills and concrete fields
And a broken line's on your mind
The 'Eights go east and the Five go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign 'cross the line signalin' with a blink
And a radio's gone off the air and gives you time to think
And you hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette
And blazing through this midnight jungle
You remember someone that you met
With one more block the engine talks
Whispers, "Home at last"
Whispers, "Home at last"
Whispers, "Home at last"
Whispers, "Home at last"
Whispers, "Home at last"
And the 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 flyin' always make me sing
Always make me sing