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To: waverider who wrote (80143)	9/13/2000 12:45:08 AM
From: Ruffian	Respond to of 152472

<OT> San Diego Serenade I never saw the mornin' 'til I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song I never saw the white line 'til I was leavin' you behind I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind I never spoke "I love you" 'til I cursed you in vain I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal it, tried to steal it away I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face I never saw the mornin' 'til I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out your love light babe I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody until I needed the song

To: waverider who wrote (80143)	9/13/2000 12:46:15 AM
From: Ruffian	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 152472

Diamonds on my Windshield 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 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)