Windshield Wipers In The Rain

(альбом: Rubber Duck - 1976)

It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyoming
I'm not complaining

I got the radio on, playing on a station from New Orleans
An' now it's raining

I'm making time, trying ta keep it rolling
And I'm all alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear that country-western music coming at me, through the thunder
A flash of lightning

I hear the D.J., saying "Here's a little tune for all you truckers
"I hope you like it"

I'm getting tired; my eyes are feeling sandy
When I'm alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear a freight train coming down
I see the headlights flashing 'round
I feel an earthquake in the ground
An' then he's gone
An' I'm alone
All alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I feel a cold Wyoming chill coming on me in the morning
I need some welcome

I see a sign, says it's only fifty miles to where I'm going
And I hope it's open

I look around, wishing you was with me
But I'm alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I see a distant neon sign
I turn the music way up high
I wipe the lonesome from my eyes
But I'm alone

Windshield wipers in the rain