And I stood arrow straight Unencumbered by the weight Of all these hustlers and their schemes. I stood proud, I stood tall High above it all. I still… - Bob Seger

On a long, lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song.
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before.
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do,
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do.
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through.

All I know is that I'm young and your rules they are old
If I've got to kill to live then there's something left untold
I'm no statesman I'm no general. I'm no kid I'll never be
It's the rules not the soldier that I find the real enemy.

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.