I See Hawks In L.A. - Hitchhiker lyrics

The ice is on the windows and the snow is on the street And the soot and sawdust mingle on the floorboards at the trucker's feet And his boots are made of leather, and his gloves are made of hide And the woman that he's missing's not the woman that's his bride Chorus: And there's a rightness in the rhythm of a man behind the wheel And all his troubles fall behind him like old dust on a window sill And if you ask him if he'll take you Yes he will Well I'm sitting there beside him now warming up in the cabin heat And he's talking about California and all the people he'd like to meet And the 80′s radio station lingers lowly in the air And I settle into my seat to sleep without a worry or a care Chorus Then he told me about the hookers and the pipe And his born again decision and his God that fits just right And how he drove to New York City for the Bicentennial High as a kite Well he let's me off in Fresno and I thank him for the ride And he looks through the door down at me with a father's kind of pride And he says these few words to me as he turns down the Steely Dan “It's a lonesome road ahead son step off it while you can.” And he eases the big machine into gear and he steps down on the gas Brakes lift, 18 wheels move, I'm already part of his past Chorus